"Sure," she says, with barely constrained disgust. "And you're just happening to be here, happening to look<em>exactly</em>like one of the fallen? Just<em>happening</em>to want to run into the Lord, and just<em>happening</em>to have him discover you? Oh, and let me guess, you can't remember anything about it, either, but if he could just so kindly give you some money, wouldn't that be nice? Look, kid, I don't know who glamored you, or if you came up with this idea yourself, or it was some other fool's plan, but do us both a favor and get out of here, before I decide to have you thrown in the dungeon."