"Huh." Roxy returned to the pew and sat down. She wasn't really sure what to think about that. She was never a fighter, and wasn't really sure if even the literal rapture could change that. She liked to talk a big game, but when it came down to it, she was kind of a baby. Hopefully fighting was just a metaphorical thing. She shook her head and retrieved her ukulele she began to play softly, the dulcet melody reverberating through the church hall.