She hated when he sneaked behind her like this. The sound of his voice was identical to Alucard and, for one second, she had hoped that when she turned Integra would see him bowing at her with a cheeky grin in his lips. After a double take, she had to blink and shake her head.
“Good afternoon, Cronqvist,” she greeted in a grumble. “Don’t you ever sleep?” There was a bit of exasperation in her valid question. She had not expected to face him so early in the afternoon. He was always wherever she turned and the lack of space was bothering her.