[Does she have a type? She's beginning to suspect that she might. And she's not not glad; whilst meeting her in Nocwich had been a good time to say the least, Lenore firmly cemented their friendship when she went all knight in shining armour on her back in that god-forsaken hell hole.

She might have been planning a further retort-- but Alucard's sombre statement drags a low moan out of her, and she drops back onto the bed as dramatically as a severely injured and half-starved woman is able.]

Uuuggghhh, for fuck sake. I'll go mad with boredom. No one will let me try so much as one push-up.

[For good reason no doubt. She knows this, but still.]

Can't you like, just break me out when no-one's looking?