"Eight, nine percent," hmms Cam thoughtfully, strolling out of the church again.

....Detect Thoughts?

This produces the result that Cam's mind isn't there at all, because it's behind a barrier - probably because he lined his skull with lead. Which. Goes to figure. 

"Eight or nine percent," she echoes back neutrally.

"That's less than the maximum ignorance prior of one-ninth per box in the chart, and less still given that people condemned to Abbadon get their pick of the next door neighbors and Hell sounds marginally more appealing than the Abyss, and less still given that there is an entire country under the thumb of Asmodeus! I guess a staggering number of souls are probably infant mortality, I don't know if the statistic is mostly looking at adults..."

"I don't really think they're taking good statistics. I guess we could pay someone who knows more for more information - or maybe you could conjure it -"

"...name me somebody dead."

"...Fernanda Sevar."

"May I conjure the present physical form of Fernanda Sevar and her immediate surroundings to a five foot radius with all water replaced with plastic, a harmless substance the shuttle contains plenty of, so that it's not squishy?"

"It'll be kind of large? I guess we can drop it in the ocean afterwards. Once we're back on the shuttle you may do that somewhere unoccupied except by air."

"I meant a miniaturized version, sorry."

"Sure, you can make that in unoccupied space."

"Unoccupied except by air."

Sigh. "You can make that in space unoccupied except by air, and not inside someone."

Model?

There's a - lumpy, shapeless mass of flesh. It's plastic and can't be quivering but it looks like it's quivering.

"...well, I hope you didn't like her very much." He hands it over.

"That's what the first stage of being reshaped in Hell looks like," Carissa says dispassionately, taking it. "It seems scary because we're human, and very small and limited in perspective. It's like souls when first conceived and encountering the concept of bodies going "ewww! it's made of meat! how could anyone live in that!" She'll be fine. I guess that means you can conjure for peoples' afterlives, at least as long as we can tell the larval stages of different kinds of outsider apart?"

"Plane is probably a conjurable parameter, come to think of it. Just means I'd need to try more times for anybody we were looking for."

"The problem is people I know - or people the Church of Abadar knows - aren't very like people on average, I don't think. Maybe we should think about this once I've gotten us fancier headbands, it sounds like the sort of puzzle they help with."

"I could conjure all the dead people, very very small, per plane, and weigh them."

"...I guess you could! Huh. Is there a way to tell in advance if they'll fit in the shuttle."

"Do you have an order of magnitude of how many we're talking about here? A pound of sand is like fifty thousand grains."

"We don't have many records from before the fall of Azlant, I don't know if it was around for a century or a hundred thousand years. Probably....in any given year not more than a billion people die on Golarion...so if you stuck to ones who died in the last thousand years you'd know you didn't have more than a thousand billion. ...probably a lot less, but I don't know and it's definitely less than a billion. 

"I don't actually know if I can stick to ones who died in the last thousand years. Though I can do as-of-a-particular-time if you want to graph how the population ratios are changing over time!"

"...well, we could always drop off the mirror and then go to another planet and do the test there. And then we'd get to see another planet."

"How about just the moon to start, it's lots closer."