"Elections are run every six months, they're quite used to people working at a quick pace- you know," she interrupts herself, smooth, with only an undercurrent of asperity, "I'm going to have a scabbard made for that. Housewarming gift."
For the love of God, man. She is English, after all. That remarked upon - and with her sudden side-eye of his equipment smoothed over - she moves on: "Fortunately, the integrated generations are a very fast-faced people. It's helped their infrastructure enormously, and is only prudent."
She gives a little smile at that, amused but not particularly warm. Perhaps she's also implying that people are wont to avoid confrontation with Alucard - or herself. Who knows.
"There's a whole host of things about the place," she tells him. "A constant influx of material from other worlds means something is always haunted, someone is always mucking around with something cursed, and there's always things too terrifying for the Militia lurking under a bridge somewhere." As she speaks, she opens a drawer in her desk and pulls out a couple overflowing, much abused manila folders and sets them down with an unavoidable 'thud'. "These are our open Tactical cases. High priority or high risk to civilian life only." Implying there are more ranked low priority? Yes. "There's plenty to worry about, as you can see. The Militia doesn't like having their work interfered with, but they also don't like their agents being eaten alive, and thus we are tolerated grudgingly on grounds that we're trained, they aren't, and I won't work for them."
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For the love of God, man. She is English, after all. That remarked upon - and with her sudden side-eye of his equipment smoothed over - she moves on: "Fortunately, the integrated generations are a very fast-faced people. It's helped their infrastructure enormously, and is only prudent."
She gives a little smile at that, amused but not particularly warm. Perhaps she's also implying that people are wont to avoid confrontation with Alucard - or herself. Who knows.
"There's a whole host of things about the place," she tells him. "A constant influx of material from other worlds means something is always haunted, someone is always mucking around with something cursed, and there's always things too terrifying for the Militia lurking under a bridge somewhere." As she speaks, she opens a drawer in her desk and pulls out a couple overflowing, much abused manila folders and sets them down with an unavoidable 'thud'. "These are our open Tactical cases. High priority or high risk to civilian life only." Implying there are more ranked low priority? Yes. "There's plenty to worry about, as you can see. The Militia doesn't like having their work interfered with, but they also don't like their agents being eaten alive, and thus we are tolerated grudgingly on grounds that we're trained, they aren't, and I won't work for them."