“Can we help?” intervenes Philip, positively unctuous with concern.
“You’re both kind of young. I think he’d probably be in a better position to advise me, what with those forty days in the wilderness and three days down in hell.”
Philip would clearly like to know if you’re having them on, but knows it’s against the rules to ask. Julie seems to be enjoying her new-found spiritual authority as Mouthpiece of God. She takes your hand, then Philip’s, closes her eyes, and intones, “Let us pray.”