Meluly had come out of vague interest, but how it all just rubs her the wrong way tells her that she may as well not have. There was no god, or God, to shape her people with his hands... just the Migou. Still, she stays through the whole thing out of some vague sense of respect, and slides into that quiet, pleasant place inside of herself where she can sleep with her eyes mostly open, just barely alert enough to pop back to full wakefulness if anything happens.

Once the sermon's ended, she stretches a little nearer the entrance of the church. The makeshift bright-red dress-wrap she wears in lieu of one of the plantsuits probably makes her stand out just as much as her jet-black skin, red eyes, and silver tattoos do.