Alucard nods, leaving the suggestion where it stands. Wire is abundant in this city, along with just about every other type of metal that you can manipulate. It is the beauty of industry, having supplies like that so readily available, and one of the strangest parts of it all. In Alucard's own time and place, all of it was rare work requiring specialists. Now, there's streets of merchants.

The hares are having a terribly fine feast tonight. They're not swarming the lettuce, but that seems to be because they know they have options for tonight's dinner.

"I don't appreciate the noise those metal things make either. They make moving about the city difficult." It is as close to an empathetic wince as the dhampir is inclined to offer. Moreover, there's a little bit of relief in knowing that it isn't only his overpowered hearing causing infrequent headaches over the past several days. "Perhaps the real cause for concern is if the pattern repeats itself next year."