Sleeves rolled up, shirt and trousers wiped down, Integra moves on to scraping the muck off her boots with a damp cloth. She looks as mundane as one might be with muddy shoes. She's about to ask what contemporary year it is for Mina at home when that question pops up, and gives her pause.

"I'm human, if that's what you're asking." She doesn't think Mina means traditional royalty - yes, Alucard is technically a prince, and Nuala is a princess (and God only knows, concerning Hellboy). But what she's heard of certain otherworldly vampire hierarchies from Lyla and Réjean makes her think this is something else. "I am the leader of this organization, and commander in chief of all agents employed here, regardless of their species."

It's been a long time since a vampire hasn't been able to peg Integra as mortal - holy-touched and virginal, the whole nine yards - but while she is human, she is a rather unusual human, sporting alchemy laced into her very soul, and a psychic link with something rather terrifying.