Wheeling Gull Isle Revenge of the orchestra.

Admittedly, Dinah had been so focused on the questioning of her own beliefs that she had not, in fact, noticed the bat. It seems to meld into the crown of Towhee's head until she blinks once, and then again, and then takes note of the pair of beady eyes.
She is much too busy having her entire worldview crushed into a whirlwind of dust to care.
Her first instinct is to give a retort, to say that God is absolutely real and the ones who do not believe in Him have just not seen His light!
But as her jaw opens to say such, she pauses again.
She leans up on her toes so that she might reach the tiny bat face, eyes marked with the swelling glimmer of tears that she knew not how to keep from coming. Mr. Bat, her voice quivers. I don't think God hears me when I pray to Him.