Another drink is in order for Dr Bernát, and it's that and not nosy interest in Lucius Malfoy's business that brings her up to the bar again--

--but women are known for their ability to multitask, and the movement of the images catches her eye while she's waiting for the bartender's attention. It only takes her another moment to realize the familiarity, and the particular age; this isn't the younger Malfoy, associated with Hellsing.

“Excuse me,” she says, polite, French-accented, resting her hand by the album on the bar. “This is what you received?”