Veronica simply inclined her head to the pair before walking on, finally arriving to the actual mansion. She wasn't surprised to find a butler waiting for her, though she was mildly upset when he didn't begin explaining about the history of the manor as she led her on, somehow having seemed like an appropriate thing to do. Her deep blue eyes shifted to and for as she took in the splendor of the large Hellsing structure, truly interested in the place that had been a thorn in Iscariot's side for so many years. As the two finally stopped before the large doors leading to Victor's office, she took a deep breath to mentally prepare herself for the meeting before the door was opened as she stepped in.<br/><br/>Surprise filled her when she finally got a luck at the cute girl sitting behind the desk, the combination of pale complexion and clothing giving the woman a look that she would never match to a director of anything. Of course, her surprise diminished quickly as it was replaced by a mild sense of irritation when the woman didn't look up immediately from the stacks of paper. The took the opportunity to walk further within the office, not waiting to be addressed until finally stopping a few feet away from the chair that rested in front of it. Her cool sapphire gems met those collected pink ones when she was finally spoken to, giving a slight incline of her head back to the woman when she was welcomed.<br/><br/>Veronica listened quietly to the words pouring from the woman's mouth, blinking a few times as the meal times were told to her so bluntly, causing her to tilt her head to the side slightly. She didnt' respond at first at the mention of their beliefs, merely pressing her lips into a thin line... before suddenly stiffening on the spot when she was poked and examined, her cheeks flushing lightly. When finally the woman went back to the desk to lift that pot, she merely sighed. "Sure."<br/><br/>She didn't remain silent for long, however. "As you've no doubt heard, I am Veronica Lancaster of Section XIII. Your... beliefs... differ not from our own, if you truly worship God." Veronica paused briefly, hands raising to lightly tug on the outfit, straightening it while keeping her gaze focused on the woman before her. "I'm sure your chapel will do fine, and I thank you for the time taken to prepare my rooms." Her cheeks once more colored at her own words, a brief sense of embarrassment filling her. Sunday services... it was something she ritualistically skipped on. She hadn't been indoctrinated like the rest of Iscariot, having joined much later, and in her childhood her mother had made certain that 'God' wasn't force-fed down her throat.<br/><br/>"I've spent time in a Monastery as part of my training, but," she suddenly offered a rather warm smile before continuing, "I think I'd starve if there wasn't even a little meat added to my meals." As she finished speaking and resumed gauging the woman before her, she felt, more than heard, Alucard's presence. Her back stiffened again as her eyes narrowed, yet she miraculously didn't spare him a glance, her eyes remaining focused on Hope. "A good dog waits outside until its master calls."