[Alucard's nearly on his feet by the time Hilda reaches him. Steady at the very least, aware the spider is hissing and spitting and ready to absolutely throw down. He's never been rescued in a fight like this before. Needed assistance yes, been able to have someone there, but for anyone to worry about his taking an injury is a wholly new experience. As kind as Hilda is, as good as it feels to have someone that worried for him, Alucard does not want to repeat this ever.]

I'm good. I can run.

[She has the axe. They need to go. He pats her shoulder with his good arm.]

We need to communicate to those in charge about what the circumstances are here. No one else should come through. They might not make it back.