Sora jumps! Sure, this place is lit by candles, and he did notice someone else doing the rosary farther up the front, lit by their lantern, but he had shut up nearly as soon as he noticed. The imaginary little sister he constantly has in the back of his head would kill him under the weight of some kind of guilt, Catholic or otherwise, if he interrupted someone doing their thing in a church. So he'd simply moseyed his way up to the front, lantern up high to catch as much of the detailwork on the arches as he could, and hadn't even noticed the other guy stop or turn to him.

"Oh, uh." Sora coughs. There's a pattern to this, right? "Peace be with you? Wait, does that count if this place isn't Christian?" He isn't sure if some random church attending Beaconite would have the answers to that, but his brain to mouth filter has always been a bit lacking. (Psst, Matt, he's been living in the library for the past five days. He probably smells like books.)