The few straggling monkeys up on the rooftops are still hanging about, chattering indignantly in their direction - before she responds, Integra looks up and gives them a perturbed glance, and mentally takes stock of how much ammo she has left. Bloody obnoxious things. For now, she deigns them not worth it.
"Captain," she greets, and then takes advantage of the lull in activity to give her horse a bit of a break, and slides off. "Sir Integra Hellsing." It's a habit by now to leave off her formal titles, as hardly anyone (even Englishpeople! From Earth! Uneducated bastards..) recognizes her ranks. There's a brief, childish desire to rattle off all of them, lineage included, because how bloody grand would that be - but no, she doesn't do That Sort Of Thing. It's far too whimsical, for a knight.
She indicates over her shoulder, "I believe there's a tavern in shorter order that way. It'll be abandoned by now, but the way should be clear."
(If not, they're evidently quite capable of making it clear.)
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"Captain," she greets, and then takes advantage of the lull in activity to give her horse a bit of a break, and slides off. "Sir Integra Hellsing." It's a habit by now to leave off her formal titles, as hardly anyone (even Englishpeople! From Earth! Uneducated bastards..) recognizes her ranks. There's a brief, childish desire to rattle off all of them, lineage included, because how bloody grand would that be - but no, she doesn't do That Sort Of Thing. It's far too whimsical, for a knight.
She indicates over her shoulder, "I believe there's a tavern in shorter order that way. It'll be abandoned by now, but the way should be clear."
(If not, they're evidently quite capable of making it clear.)