[The arrival of new faces always proves to be a curiosity. Ignoring the fact that they’ve all been supplanted from wildly different worlds, there exists the possibility that Alucard might meet someone from his own home here — for better or worse. And so he makes the rounds. Ends up in the kitchen, where he spies one of these new faces doing some clean-up, though her speed eerily reminds him of his own when actively applying the effort to be quick-footed.
He debates saying something versus leaving her be. He doesn’t get the chance to, however, since the young woman is quick to face him, slinging a sudden introduction his way.]
...Alucard. [—comes the answer, syllables without enthusiasm, borderline monotone, the flash of fangs coupling his own name. He assesses her with curious, keen eyes.
She looks tired. Pale. It’s familiar in a way that’s almost surreal, and nearly enough to elicit some baseline wariness from the dhampir, but he makes no outward change to his demeanor.]
Safehouse, day 4
He debates saying something versus leaving her be. He doesn’t get the chance to, however, since the young woman is quick to face him, slinging a sudden introduction his way.]
...Alucard. [—comes the answer, syllables without enthusiasm, borderline monotone, the flash of fangs coupling his own name. He assesses her with curious, keen eyes.
She looks tired. Pale. It’s familiar in a way that’s almost surreal, and nearly enough to elicit some baseline wariness from the dhampir, but he makes no outward change to his demeanor.]
Are you quite all right, Caroline?