“Indeed. Silence would work the best in your present condition,” Integral observed as she searched from something in a small drawer. It was filled with medicines and tablets. A white jar with a sticker illustrated with fruits. She offered it to him. “Take one of these. They are Vitamin C tablets,” she said. “I bought them after my soaked welcome to the city to spare me from a cold. This helps the morning after a rough night according to my father.” The knight recalled her childhood when Arthur Hellsing used to take assortment of Vitamin C and… peculiar meals after those working briefing with Sir Hugh Islands. This was before his health worsened and he was unable to attend.
“Thank you, but I’m used to a more military model than this… civilian comfort unit,” Integra admitted. She bent forward to pull down a fixed tray in front of Lindsey’s seat. He could set the cup down if he wanted. “Something specially made for my needs.” Her old Rolls Royce, the one she had crashed in London had a built to battle and instead of DVDs and functional music, it had access to radio military frequencies and connections to the cable information before the new agencies received them. It was a world apart from the ostentatious and trivial version she had purchased.
She shook her head, disliking the taste of her defeat. “No, I did not. If I found what I’m looking for, Mr. McDonald, you would have known,” she explained. “I would have been able to leave this God forsaken city at last.” There had to be a ritual to walk out this dimension and returned to this one, she knew there was. It was a bloody shame she had never been interested on learning them until this current predicament. “What about you? Did you find what you were looking forward to acquire?”