I knew a god among fish once. He wasn't, really. He certainly had the status for it. ( The briefest pause. ) And there was that religion that rose up after an ill-fated night of karaoke.

But his name was Jim.

( Apart from the floor, the house to which she's been assigned is lovely. As she sits, she pushes a box of tools toward him across a low table. )

No instructions, I'm afraid, but I'm guessing everything I need is somewhere in there.

I'd say I've had worse jobs, but I'm struggling to think of one at the moment.