She's at the bar.
Do you see her?
The sexy woman in the black three-piece suit with those cold eyes that stop you in your tracks.
You can tell this woman will not be approached… but still,
You can admire from afar, right?
The sight of her cigar pressed to her lips.
The fragrance of her.
The low, husky voice calling for another drink.
It's all too much for you, but before you can gather the courage to introduce yourself,
Maybe talk to her,
Maybe take her with you
To the top of a mountain,
To the edge of the sea,
…She's gone.
From her conversation you're left with only one word in her departure: Hellsing