"Sure, kid," he told her.
Then he thought about Heaven and Jesus and about how tense it must be, what with the Rapture and shit.
Jesus is probably pretty stressed.
He's been here once already.
That time they poked him with a spear then wrote a wordy-long-sing-song book about the whole affair and ended up making some pretty bad cinema and television after the fact.
Jesus is probably distracted, pacing, and in no hurry to get back to this mess.
Maybe you would approach him on a bench.
You'd be like, "Hey man, where's the best tunes?" and he would be like, "Not now, okay?"
Then you'd be like, "Chill out, Christenheimer. I'm just trying to find someone for a kid back home."
Then Jesus would be all, "My bad. But seriously. Can this wait? Sort of in the middle of something."