Integra isn't called the Iron Virgin for nothing - she is a warrior, and a shadow government cabal member, and a Knight of the Round Table, and a military politician. It's a strange, difficult life, but one she was born into, and has no desire to change. Some people might call it unfair, that she was never given a choice - but Integra finds the sacrifice of one person's life to do a job no one else can to be a very small thing. What is she missing, anyway? Prom night? Pub crawls? She's human; she has one small lifespan in which she must make an impact. This is fine.

"Judging in itself isn't my concern," Integra says, and looks at her with a frank stare. "This is the atmosphere you will be exposed to, and required to maintain confidence concerning. It is not easy work, even as a medic." She passes Mina the paper she's written out, as well as something pre-printed, a basic rundown of Hellsing's operations from a public perspective. Then her gaze gentles slightly - it's not actually sympathetic, but carries less of her hard edge. "Take this, look it over, and consider it for a while. Get used to the city. You needn't process everything in one instant."