Ah, yes. The Hellsing people. Mina was fairly certain Anna had already gotten into bed with them and she had little doubt that Jones would eventually do the same. She supposed she couldn't blame either of them. Both of them had something to gain from those people. Anna needed help controlling that bit of Fae inside of her. And Jones had a curiosity that could be satisfied working for them. Mina was the outsider on this one. All she had gotten from Hellsing, so far, was a handful of very insulting epitaphs and a headache.

"I don't trust any organization," she said carefully, "which keeps lists. I feel as if I'm being watched. And they certainly can't be trusted to keep secrets. Not two days after I met with their leader, I had a lecherous little maggot throwing barbs at me regarding my undead status. I've been on the outs with them ever since. Which was ironic, since they were offering me a job. Unfortunately, they're not as good at offering apologies. I may not be in command here, but I am owed more respect than to be called a British ice queen who ought to be fucked." Mina cleared her throat delicately. "Pardon my language."

It occurred to her how easy it would be to twist and manipulate Jones' emotions. She could easily point out that they were akin to certain individuals who kept lists of communists. But Mina didn't want to be manipulative. Certainly not with a mage and certainly not with one who had been kind to her friends in the past. Jones could make her own decisions about Hellsing. Mina just hoped her decisions wouldn't leave her adrift and completely friendless.