Integral remained unfazed by the remark and the winking, features stoic as she had schooled them to become after all her life went to hell past few months ago. The only change on her face was the motion of eyebrow rising. She was Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, born to fulfil her mission; ‘vacations’ was not a word in her personal dictionary.
The man must love the sound of his own voice, she thought, listening to his non-stop chatter, disregarding most of what he said to answer his question. Must she muster enough care to listen his incoherent rambling? Certainly not a Royal Protestant Knight above of that.
“It was wet and cold. How else would you expect rain to be, doctor?” Integral pointed out, stressing the doctor on purpose. She could be obnoxious in more subtle ways. This wasn’t working; the man was obviously still thinking this was a hallucination or a realistic dream. Integral tried another tactic. She checked the map to see if there was an establishment with computers in the vicinity. She could guide him there and have him read the basics there in the network, have someone else answering his questions.
“I do hope your life insurance is exceptional for these vacations. The nightlife of Los Angeles is more deadly than the television broadcasts,” she explained, turning to follow the instructions. “Follow me.” She wanted it to sound as request, but who she was fooling? With her dry, frosty voice all her suggestions resembled demanding commands.