Nuala, at least, is in fact sans-sword; her only weapon is concealed, and one she's rarely forced to rely on when her protection is seen to so expertly by fellow members of Hellsing. She's easily the softer of the two women, in manner and temperament, as she reins in beside Integra and watches the birds fly away, her expression shifting into something more concerned.

"They are becoming more common," she says, more to Integra than to Allen though she plainly means to include him in the conversation. "We will soon need to do something about this."

She studies Allen for a moment, her pale hands folded on the reins. "What is your name?"