Mabel comes equipped, with a holstered gun and a sheathed hunting knife on either side of loose camo pants, long sleeves and a high collar under a protectively padded vest with plenty of filled pockets. She's wearing a small backpack containing a few more knives, some chalk, matches, spare paper, and (decided on at the last moment) a metal baton she could extend.

Don't let anybody say she was under-prepared.

"I've got experience with freaky fog shit before, though not here," she says, catching snatches of the conversation as she walks up. No one, not Ilde or Billy, get s second glance. "I've also got pretty good eyes and I'll do whatever you need." She nods toward Sonja. "I'll be your Hellsing representative of the day."