"It's okay." She draws her rosary from her utility, holding it out with a wry smile, beads falling around her fingers. "I don't think the Holy Mother will mind if we share."

She had plenty of problems with religion and her faith, but they need this, right now. It's why she starts leading them, just murmuring the words quietly. It's important to take this time and it's important to grieve, even if it can't possibly be enough, and her hands are gripping each bead too hard before she moves to the next, and the next after that.