The look she gives him is level - something almost compassionate, just hard-edged, like the rest of her. "I've never once considered worrying about you on the job."

It's the other things. His brother. His father. His human heart. Things she understands but can't articulate like a normal person - but perhaps they both understand that, pleasant childhoods considered. She has faith in him as a hunter because of it; work is life. There's no getting out - but then, for Integra, there's no wanting to either.

And then she nods, as if that moment sums it all up and makes it Fine.

Time to yank open the door to her office and scream at Alucard.