Edie looks around for whatever she can see which...isn't much.

"How do you feel about busting up the scenery?"

She was pretty sure she could get something out of that, somehow. There really wasn't much to work with. Apparently heaven didn't expect Godzilla to be stomping around up here.

Though someone had to let him in, so if Saint Peter hadn't been aware that maybe this guy shouldn't be let pass, she didn't know about the quality checks going on here.

Or maybe Godzilla really does deserve to be here. And they're about to kick the crap out of him.