Mina was out shopping when she got the call. It did not do wonders for her disposition. Her enchantment with Baedal had been dwindling for some time now (right aroud the first time some idiot decided to call her 'petal,' frankly) and she was in no mood to work with people; especially mortal people; especially those Hellsing people. But on the other hand, she supposed as she abandoned her shopping bags on the front step of the Inn and made her way to the temple, perhaps this was an opportunity in disguise.

An opportunity to prove that she was a useful commodity that had been soundly abused.

She hurried through the streets, smoothing down the front of her pin-stripped suit, adjusting the angle of her fedora. She had a first aid kit tucked neatly under her arm. Everything about her presented the appearance of someone who was organized, together, and on top of things.

What was inside was another matter entirely.

"Hello," she said, arriving on the scene. "I'm Dr. Mina Barrett. I've been chosen to die along with the rest of you."