[I'd like to take a moment and say how much I love that you can keep the dialogue going like this. :D Bravo!]

"I think that's usually the line," she agrees, "that your god is unknowable and all-powerful and we're all helpless and sinners. Seems odd an all-powerful deity would need to push people around like puppets, but maybe he just doesn't want to get his hands dirty." One corner of her mouth is curling up in a smirk while she thinks about it. "It's a pretty good excuse if you think about it. Some other gods ask him what the hell he's doing and he can just shrug and say, 'Oh, well, sentience, you know. Can't be helped.'"

'Well, why not?' is going to be a lot of memoir titles, or epitaphs. She's not quite so far removed from it herself. Certain people can bring out quite the impuslive streak in her.