The only thing that spares Jaime from a sidelong look and being informed that Integra arrived without her army, established titles, funding, and status and yet she adapted and rebuilt it all without anyone's help (Nuala hadn't even arrived, yet) is that she's too well-mannered to get into a pedantic exchange about it. Right now. Perhaps it wouldn't be fair to hold everyone else to the standards with which she's been raised with, but men are always full of the most fantastic excuses - she's used to it.

"Then you're doing as well as can be expected, I suppose." She pulls a file folder out of a standing organizer on her desk. "I'm sure that you have a casual idea of what we do here - we fight monsters. Hellsing is a paramilitary organization that combats the forces of darkness. Sometimes this means fighting monsters, sometimes this means unraveling curses, or investigating hauntings. What we do falls between the gaps of what local canton law enforcement aren't equipped to deal with and what the Militia has too wide a response time for. It is violent, difficult work that requires a broad skillset and the ability to learn and adapt very quickly. No two threats are the same. Here, most threats are unknown at the onset of encounter."

Fighting unspeakable horrors half-blind and without official jurisdiction except through a tolerant delegation by omission loophole. Jesus Christ.