The black bats and cape only come out to play on Tuesdays, unfortunately.

Alucard reaches out, allowing Mina to take the bag when she draws close. Gloved, as always, the alchemical seals long burned into them are left in plain sight.

"Alucard," he corrects her, making no point of hiding the fact that he's looking her over. There's nothing nefarious about it: he's simply coming to the same, vaguely disappointing conclusions about this supposed fellow vampire.

Mina's query goes ignored. He has better things to do, right now - and his gaze shifts from her, fixing instead at some point further in the distance. The crows are audible even where they aren't yet swarming, and it looks as if he'd like nothing better than to be at the source of those inhuman cries.

"How quickly can you move?"