Those deep blue orbs of hers shifted between the two, her soft lips pressing into a thin line at the interaction. However nice Dameon appeared to be, she already didn't like how close he was to Hope though it probably wasn't any of her business. She was still at a loss as to why Iscariot had chosen her for the mission of assisting the Hellsing organization. She understood that she lacked many of the skills the older members possessed, yet she doubted she was in anyway expendable, especially given her father's involvement in Matthew. Was it simply that she'd been more amiable in regards to the protestants? Veronica lightly shook her head at the troubling thoughts, her rather dark expression remaining for awhile longer as she only idly listened to the two speak.<br/><br/>Her attention was quickly taken by Hope once more when the girl extending a hand with that jacket in it. She gazed at the article for several moments before hesitantly taking the outfit, offering a slight nod to the woman. "Ah, thank you. And it's not your fault. It's entirely my fault since I don't give off an aura of death and murder like my predecessors," she murmured, offering a small smile to the woman as she began to put on the jacket, closing it at the front. She mentally sighed at the memory of the creepy individuals she'd trained with, one and all seeming like a solitary wolf with a terribly dark past; she hadn't enjoyed her time in training at all. "I'll make sure to have this returned to you. And I'll work on some more permanent seals for the garden."<br/><br/>At the mention of tea she smirked ever so slightly, slightly amused at the stereotype of English loving tea to be proven true. Her gaze slid from the intent pink eyes after a moment, trying to look once more upon that patch of flowers while Dameon spoke. She truly, truly hoped there was coffee somewhere in the mansion. It'd be too much to hope for a Starbucks being somewhere nearby.