Integral realized what the problem was - it wasn’t his age or his sanity, he had just arrived. She almost pitied him this would be the first sight he caught; it would appear like a very unusual acid trip. She waited him to finish babbling, debating if it was worth to be regarded as and herself if she would explain him the circumstances they were in. She wasn’t as attentive as Seras to play Good Samaritan with complete strangers. In the end, it was his sharp observation about tobacco addiction and not his crippling that moved her to respond instead of turn around and walk away.
“What a coincidence, I didn’t plan to travel from London to Los Angeles, however here I found myself, standing under the rain without an apparent explanation of the phenomena a few weeks ago. There isn’t one. I have asked.”
She smirked and exhaled smoke of her cigar in another direction, as per request. Smoking was a family tradition every Hellsing respected, she wasn’t different from her ancestors. “In my line of work lung cancer would be a nice alternative choice of death. I am very aware of the risks, I choose to take them.” She paused, considering his remark. “You must be a doctor.” In her experience, only doctors, parents or spouses were the ones who always protested about smoking.