"Yes, I am aware of your title and association with Section XIII. . . Just as I am sure you are aware that I am Hope Victor, Director of Hellsing. And of course I worship God truly, I fight to save human souls so that they may go to his eternal kingdom do I not?" Her brows were raised with amusement. It was clear to Hope that Veronica wasn't as force fed with her practices and responses, for that she was truly grateful. Nodding as the chapel was acknowledged to be fine, Hope spoke in a softer tone as she eyed her delicately manicured nails. "We have services every Sunday and are welcome to join. Our practices may not be as complex as the Catholic Church's are, but they are sufficient enough."<br/><br/>Hope was highly amused at how the Iscariot woman blushed before her. Not only had she to the poke, but also to the mentioning of her rooms. "Well," Hope said softly, "If there are any issues or needs you have, just alert one of the servants or myself and we will fix the issue right away. After all, we are allies for this adventure, are we not. . . Miss Lancaster?" Re-crossing her legs, Hope shifted in her chair so she was sitting forward, tugging a bit at some of the frills on her sleeve. She looked rather dated in her attire, as if she should have been born a century or two prior to the current one, but it was something she was used to dealing with.<br/><br/>"You will be well fed here, you have no worry for that. This is an organization filled with mercenaries and male soldiers. We're used to having endless bellies. Speaking of which. . ." Hope's eyes flicked to Veronica's attire and form, taking measurements within her mind as she thought. "There are many men here, so you may have to put them in their place if they aren't acting in the proper English way. . ." She coughed clearing her throat, rubbing a spot over her chest where a silver crucifix was hidden underneath her blouse. "There are many under my employee from overseas; I have no objections to you demanding proper respect. I understand what it means to be one of the few women under Hellsing's employ."  She left the issue where it was, for Hope didn't think she needed to elaborate more on the fact that the men sometimes got overexcited at the idea of a woman being around. "<br/><br/>I will have a tailor sent to your rooms later this evening to make garments for you. I understand you have your official Iscariot garb, but you will need civilian clothes for undercover missions, and training outfits. They will make them to your specifications, do not worry." Seeing the woman stiffen before her, Hope wondered if she had said something out of line but soon realized why the Catholic woman reacted as she did. Alucard's random appearance didn't shock Hope, but slightly irritated her.<br/><br/>Glancing up at the vampire who was under her command, she simply rose from her seat and balled her hand up into a fist. Bringing it down swiftly upon Alucard's head, she conked him right on the brim of the hat, as to not damage it, before sitting down. The strike didn't necessarily hurt the undead vampire, but it was Hope's way of asserting authority. It was something that she had learned from Integra herself. Crossing her legs as she leaned back in her chair, Hope glanced at her vampiric servant then to the woman from Iscariot.<br/><br/>"Mind your manners, Alucard. Regardless of her faith, she is still a guest. The King himself has ordered this, do you wish to defy<em>him</em>?" she glanced at the undead king of vampires for a few minutes with an expression as serious as Integra's would have been. It was apparent that Hope and emulated many of Integra's features and characteristics throughout her training.