Oh, it isn't faith, dear - that belongs to mortals. I quite literally work for Him, receive the memos and everything. Well, not directly from him, but it is close enough.

[Grell smiles and steps aside, bowing as she motions to her left. The village lay just a few more hundred meters in that direction, through the trees. It's hard to tell with Grell what is genuine or not.]

Your ship, I cannot help you find, but your clothes? Most certainly. Welcome to Luceti, my dearest Captain.