He blinked owlishly at her for a moment, until he deciphered what she'd said from where it was distorted by the shovel in front of her face, then emphatically shook his head. "Come on, I'm not that kind of god. I'm not smiting anyone."

He picked up his own shovel and moved toward the nearest of the jellyfish creatures in the sand, thinking over what she'd said before musing aloud, "Is that the way it works with gods where you're from? That they get everything already done for them? Maaaan... they're lucky."