Back in Chicago.
Integra: We’re here to see Ann.
Buster Brown: Ah, Sir Hellsing!
Your passport checks out. Someone will be along to show you in.
Of course, you’ll have to leave all your weapons here.
Integra: That’s “sir.”
Integra: The Royal Protestant Knights are an ordained order. As such, I am by inheritance a knight, and the proper form of address for me is “sir.” You don’t have to agree with me, Commander. Just follow orders.
Soldier: Yes, m– Sir Integra!
Kim (thinking): This is great! No camera, no film, but who cares? I’m going to be a Sailor Knight! I just have to walk home, and tomorrow I’ll be able to transform just like they do!
…I wonder if they were telling the truth about that.
No…Integra’s as trustworthy as they come. She wouldn’t like, even about this.
Kim: What the–oh, hey! You’re the guy who helped out the Sailor Knights back there! Why did you run off?