Integra: A corpse?
I don’t have anywhere else to go…Would you mind having some company?
Integra (thinking): But what am I doing here? Am I hiding from something? This doesn’t make sense…is it a dream?
Alucard: So this is the challenge…
Get me onto that steel fortress in the sea, in the face of missiles, paper, a hail of bullets, and the Magic Bullet.
Integra: Well, that was an unnecessarily dramatic entrance.
Alucard: It’s my first appearance in months! Cut me some slack!