Integra: Ah, Alucard, there you are. Enjoying the Caribbean sun?
Alucard: Immensely. Let’s get out of it.
Pip: Hey, shouldn’t ‘e be shriveling’ up or burnin’ or something’? What’s with all this sun?
Alucard: Sunlight is not fatal to me… I just hate it!
Integra: Here’s your second direct order, Captain: take us home.