Stick them in your head. That bit is new; she supposed some people believed in demonic possessions or channeling the gods back home, but the way Seifer discusses it, he sounds matter-of-fact. Like describing a bit of commonplace physics, rather than something mythical and unsubstantiated.

So Brigitte shoots Seifer a curious look, temporarily distracted from where she’d been peering into the fire and half-crawling under tables.

“Wait. Did you have a god in your head?”