That was a non-answer if he'd ever heard one. It did nothing to settle his nerves, jostled as they were by the prospect of this sudden new placement. Still, Malachi made note of the name and filed it away in his head, in case he ever had reason to deal with local law enforcement. With any luck, the only time he'd run into any of them would be when they attended his services.

Wishful thinking that was.

Malachi squinted at the upcoming church like he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. That was Saint Hilda's? He transferred his bag from one hand to the other, and pushed the brim of his saturno higher to take in the full sight of the church.

"Oh, I don't want to trouble you any more than I already have, Mister Fa'afili."

Even if the little conflicted glint in his eyes said otherwise when he looked back to him.

"I appreciate your help," said Malachi, and in spite of his distaste for the gesture, he held out his free hand.