It's good to see, if a little strange. Integra's observant enough to note it, but respectful enough of his business not to ask. (Part of her mind, on auto-pilot, files it under 'Suspicious', but that's just what happens when you're Integra Hellsing.)

"I'm bloody annoyed I'm not at home fighting a damn war," she says with some irritation, "But placated enough, considering alternatives." Baedal is less of a pain in the ass than Bete Noire, she means. She has more freedom, Alucard has his coffin... a whole host more work, and fewer friends. She tells herself she only cares about one of those things.

A small smile for Velcro. Hello, you. But that's all he gets, because he's a service dog, no matter how sweet. "My office is nothing but paperwork, presently, would you like to see the hall?"