"I am sorry dear lady," said a voice charmingly as Alacard dumped his friend in the chair in front of Sir Hellsing. "But when I sensed my old friend was alive and awake, I couldn't resist racing over to see him!"
"Racing? From where? And its Sir Hellsing to you." She said curtly as she stood leaning against her open window, enjoying the breeze and clearing the smell of old tombs that seemed to have floated in with the new arrival.
"Oh yes, my apologies. I have spent the last ninety-six years asleep I think I must have left my manners behind." He straightened up as he spoke, touching his brow in a sign of respect. "I'm sorry Sir Hellsing, but I usually sleep in hot climates. There's less chance of the worms getting to you while your asleep and your body dries out nicely. Although when you wake up your supposed to take it easy for a little while to begin with, but of course, I got so excited that I raced here all the way from Africa to greet him. So…" he shrugged to finish his sentence.
Sir Integra nodded, "not many people get to see me in this office, let along creatures. Explain to me what you are and who you are and I'll consider giving you something to eat… provided what it is of course. Alacard is on a strict diet of donated blood and the occasional miscreant that finds out about the Hellsing Organisation."
"But of course ma'am." Said the pile of cloth with a seated bow. "But may I request a pint of this donated blood, or I think I'll faint again." There was a worrying quiver in the voice as he spoke, it told the listeners that he was weak and it was costing him a lot of trust and pride to show this weakness to strangers.
Integra acknowledged this with a nod, understanding the need for a strong front while feeling a weak as… well a human, on the inside. "Ok. But I want Seres, Alacard, you Walter and young Maya in here too. Your all the heart of this organisation and my closest thing to advisors.
"As you wish… I'm… just going to nod off now…." And with that the strange new creature slipped out his chair and into a pile of cloth on the floor again, with an almost liquid movement.