She doesn't want to face the fact that a lot of other people -- possibly powerful people, possibly all kinds of other people -- might have equally important reasons for wanting to get home and equally good skills at finding their way out of weird, seemingly life-ending situations. If she admits to herself that she's not the only one trying to get home and probably not the best person to even make the attempt, she's going to have to admit to herself that if it was going to happen someone with more skills than her would have already figured it out.

His question breaks her out of dark thoughts edging toward the truth, and she lets out a surprised, rueful little chuckle. "You know, you're the first person in this world to ask me that," she says, almost feeling oddly pleased if only because people not knowing who the gods (and devils) are is one more enormously alien aspect to this world. "Yes. It is." She levels an expectant look at him in return, some measure of suppressed amusement coming to her expression as she waits to see what he's going to make of it.