Hope was glad that Veronica had accepted her invitation to dinner, and continued to walk but removed the coat from her arm. Draping it over herself, she adjusted the collar as she buttoned it over her frame. Deciding to not respond to her comments about Sir Integra at that precise moment, Hope continued with her stride. It almost covered her blouse and skirt, the pleats bouncing and recollecting with each stride as her heeled shoes clicked along the wood flooring. She could sense that the nun was keeping her distance, and didn't blame her. Dameon could be intimidating with his size, however she had grown to see him more like a puppy than anything.<br/><br/>Keeping her voice low as well, she answered his comments about the arms in the storage room. "I am pleased by your speed. As for the live rounds, we will wait before investigating such avenues." They had reached the lobby now, and Hope grabbed a lace parasol and opened it above herself. Stepping outside, she held it above her head to assist her eyes in adjusting to the morning sunlight, for they were sensitive due to her albino nature. Walking forward, she went across the grounds to a more secluded area, to what appeared to be a private garden. It was locked with a metal gate, and had a key card slot on the door. Sliding her ID badge, the door opened and she allowed Dameon to enter first before entering, allowing Veronica to follow behind her.<br/><br/>As Hope walked, she made sure to keep the parasol in place, making her appear to be from the Victorian era almost. She knew that she had to be mindful of her pale complexion, but soon she dropped the parasol as they walked between hedges that blocked all view of the secret garden. Once inside, Hope unbuttoned her coat a bit and tossed it on a bench, immediately walking into what appeared to be a patch of flowers. . .grown out of crystal. Kneeling before some that appeared to be drooping, Hope began to mutter out softly to them and her hands suddenly appeared to be covered in small blue flames, but it was apparent that she was tending to the flowers somehow.<br/><br/>The blue crystal seemed to brighten around her, and recognize her as their caretaker. There was a gentle smile on her lips as she took care of her creations, and eventually Hope spoke as her fingers worked on mending sick flowers. "Everything is comprised of a delicate balance. Even creatures who are born, created, or are simply converted into what they end up becoming require some sort of balance. It is up to us now to preserve that balance." Glancing up at Veronica, Hope now responded to her earlier comment about Integra.<br/><br/>"I am honored that i was chosen to take care of things, and yes it is quite a burden at times. . . But that is why I constantly have her there by my side to assist, or others that have been left to help ensure I make the right decisions." her eyes glanced at Dameon for a few moments before returning to Veronica. "We have a new world in our hands, a new fate and new destiny was written 50 years ago. Could I go out and enjoy myself more? Yes. But I chose to follow in My Godmother's footsteps long before she ever approached me on the subject. I chose this fate, and I will continue to fight for England and fulfill Her Wish."