[ What a relaxed goddess. Gray takes the pat on the back like she's expecting a god-powered blow: with an appropriate amount of god-fearing nervousness, her small back tense. Of course there's no overpowered blow forthcoming, and so Gray slowly, cautiously relaxes. It's a bit hard for her to believe that a goddess would be interested in spending time with a girl like her, but she supposes deities must get bored sometimes too.

Gray's hands settle into a clasp in her lap, and she looks askance at Quetzalcoatl with a timid peek around the edge of her hood. ]

Um... to be honest, I've heard of you, but I don't know very much about your legend. I've never been outside of Britain, so I'm not very well-traveled.

[ Also she grew up on what was basically a tall rock in the middle of nowhere, so she only learned so much about the rest of Britain, let alone Mesoamerica. ]