Walter had just been about to question Alucard— knowing full well what would happen if he tried— as to whether he would care to eat the sandwiches instead, as it would be unfortunate if they were left out at room temperature for too long. Fortunately, however, Integra interjected— thus sparing the household of one of the hunting pair's notorious escalating contests of sardonic wit... for the time being.

Instead, Walter merely glared over his shoulder at his diminutive partner before moving to follow Integra's directions. Once he reached the table he set the tray upon the surface and took for himself the seat Alucard had only recently risen from; a subtle gesture of revenge for his partner's teasing.

But there was little time to savour his small victory; now that he was up close, the smudge of half-dried blood was clearly visible now that her golden hair no longer blocked it from his vision. Quickly, his eyes flicked over to the med kit resting on the table surface, to the pain killers beside it, and back to his master's daughter.

He was already rising out of the seat.

"What happened?"