Olivia knows the feeling. It's hard out there for someone with an agenda they need to keep hidden. In the other universe, she was alone in her mission, save for her mechanical operatives and a bribed individual here and there. She couldn't - or wouldn't - truly trust anyone.

And here it's not all that different, is it? She has Hellsing, which is a lot like her team from back home, but they can't act openly. They're allowed to operate by the Militia. She wants to find others like her without those ties, and she wants to be able to trust them.

To his question, she responds with an expression that's suitably saucy to match their little liaison. She ticks off her answer like the slow reveal to a mystery. "Ceidary. Blue. Five-two-three."