"Faith.." he repeated softly, a bit amused, but only given the situation. Shaking his head, and having confirmed everything was where it was supposed to be, he ducked under the desk and pulled out a lumpy duffel bag he had slid into the room on entry,

"Faith is a very powerful thing...if you have it, keep it. And pray that your friend has faith in being rescued. I've seen that it can have very real effects on some people's ability to stay alive." 

He hoisted the bag onto his shoulder, straightening out his coat in one smooth motion, and headed out the door, assuming she was in tow. As they passed by the sleeping quarters, he methodically laid a bible in the hallway, just far enough to be immediately discoverable once the door has been open. Then, he would unlock the door and move onto the next. Unknown to any except him and whomever would open said book, there were two pieces of paper just behind the cover. One was a written notice that their savior was a false prophet, and a child of God taken from the holy father and twisted by a demon. The other one was a pamphlet for the nearest church, with directions.

 As he laid out these books, he spoke loud enough to get through the doors, "I know all of you are up and praying. I have a command for you, count to sixty, and then leave."

And with no other word, he began to leave the hallway and move through the house much faster. "ANd before you ask" he starts gruffly, still jogging, "I meant I had opened the doors metaphorically, but now they're really open!"

Before they left, he reminded himself, he had to let her grab the bottles of whiskey, so once they were away from the sleeping quarters, he looked over at her, waiting for her to take lead for the moment.