Belatedly she realises that she doesn't know what she's supposed to do while listening to a prayer. Presumably not holding hands like in the circles she's seen in her sector. To be on the safe side, she straightens up, standing respectfully still as he speaks.

Kind words, again, and she's still fragile enough to value them immensely, even the ones she doesn't rightly understand. There's something to be said of contingency plans; if there is some deity watching over her, maybe they'll be moved by it.

'Thank you,' she says quietly. 'That was... it stirred my heart. I value it.' A high compliment from the atheist Tayrey.

Then, after a moment's hesitation: 'If I wrote down for you my people's words for the dead, would you keep them? Just in case I can't finish that journey. I only told my friends Tayrey was never a passenger, before, because it was fitting. But maybe you'd be willing to read it all. If I die here, I die a free Tradeliner, and that's something.'