Just because Church has taken to wearing gloves, ostensibly to protect them from the cold, doesn't mean he isn't obviously a Rifter. All of this stupid medieval bullshit still baffles him, and good god damn, his kingdom for a sniper rifle for the sake of the familiar weight if nothing else. He shouldn't have even left Skyhold in the first place, what the fuck was he thinking?

At least it's warm in here. If crowded. And Church, well, he doesn't have any rational habits regarding keeping his mouth shut. About anything. So here he is, minding his own, having a chat with someone because he's bored of waiting around but not bored enough to go outside for any insane reason. And the next thing he knows, he's getting into a rather lively debate about the nature of space.

Wash might, unfortunately, recognize the loud, angry voice. "Of course there are other worlds out there, I've been to some! Jesus christ, you people don't even have telescopes yet either?! The next thing you'll tell me is that you think the sun orbits the planet! I know what I'm talking about! Motherfucking space marine up in here!"