[Well, he could do with a welcoming committee. Questions crawl along the inside of his skull like insects, bothersome and constantly multiplying, and if Sniper wants to oh-so-eagerly shoulder some of the burden, who is he to say otherwise?

Still, Alucard regards them with an even gaze, a hand tugging at the bottom of an utterly threadbare shirt, a size too small. Better than whatever nonsense he had been dressed in before, but only barely so.]

Gods? [Gods, the idea of the divine and a higher power, and clergymen burning his mother at the stake in a great immolation. That's as far as he allows his mind to traverse down that path, for now, shutting it closed with iron gates.] I rather belong in the category of 'other', though what a wide category that is.

[He knows he's sidestepped the actual question, though he doesn't intend to be frustrating all the time.]

Humor me. Can you take a guess at what I am, by first glances alone? If you can spot me as something inhuman with ease, I'm told that might be an issue in this place.

[Given the glint of fangs and pointed ears that just barely poke out from beneath short-cropped hair, it might not be too difficult. But best to check.]