[Now that's an idea. Gizmo's chin tilts up sharply and he stares down at the priest with clear disdain that clearly goes beyond the surface level of hating everyone automatically.]

You. How much to play tour guide for the kid?

[The android laughs nervously. When Gizmo does not laugh in turn, they stumble over themself to appease him. He'll get paid a little, whatever they can spare, they'll send it to his account later, they're non-profit you see and-]

Fine. [His gaze slides back to Dante. The disdain does not leave his expression, but the promise of pay seems to have pacified him for now.] Where do you want to go, anyway? There's a bunch of shops and shit that way, some apartments up that way, and more weird temples around if you're into that.