[ Hm. Good to know about the museum. She wants to go see that scorpion. Figure out how much it'll fetch as a prize.

Alucard's answer nearly makes her roll her eyes. Is he the advocate of giant scorpions and anonymous desert monsters now? ]

That's how everyone sees the world. The known versus the unknown. The familiar and the other. It is ingrained in all creatures, as inevitably as day turns to night.

You take offense to my word monsters, but they are, as you put it, just as much a part of the natural world as men or vampires. We all want to eat, and live. Sometimes, those desires are at odds with the same desires of other species. Conflict is just as much a part of the natural world as anything.

[ She stops bothering to look up at him and looks toward the horizon again, the wind carrying the sounds of the city and beyond, ruffling her hair around; the scar is starkly visible in the deep shadows of the night, not as a pink groove but a splash of darkness across one side of her face. She affects another shrug, a vague gesture in his direction without looking back up at him. ]

Are you a pacifist vampire?