Veronica's eyelids flickered as she saw her hand pass right through him, yet before she could bring herself to use her legs instead he'd already crawled off hurriedly. Her lips were pursed slightly at the display, mentally tallying another supernatural creatue that was under Hellsing's employ; where did they find all of them? Yet before she could really think on it, she noted the demon approaching to assist her. With a quick roll to the side she climbed to her own feet, shrugging away from his touch, unable to bare the idea of having such a thing place a hand onto her body. "I'm fine, thanks," she muttered before focusing her annoyed attention on this 'Andrew' that was sitting on the floor again.<br/><br/>She blinked a few times as she glanced back at Hope, taking notice of the gun that was held in that slender hand, as well as the look of rage. Her cheeks glowed again, though not so much out of humiliation as anger. The woman cared more about the flowers than if she'd been hurt, 'honored' guest or not. Of course, she didn't really realize that people weren't as concerned about her own well being because she was a Regenerator. It was one thing to know she could heal almost any damage, it was another thing to experience it. She still fought with care while in battle, not quite having come to terms that she could actually regrow limbs at this point.<br/><br/>"I'm<em>fine</em>, thanks," she repeated with the barest hint of hurt in her voice as she reached up to tug her shirt back together, the other idly brushing off the dust on her robe before she looked over at the flowerbed, careful not to accidentally step on any given Hope's concern. Her attention was soon taken up by the director again however, her head tilting to one side at the soft request before she simply sighed. "I can do that. Though... I'd have to tailor it specifically, I think. You seem to have some unusual traits as well. I'll see what I can do though."