[That's a fair point, and Alucard doesn't try to argue it. He settles for taking out the bone that's in his hair (rude, Sypha to which there's only an even ruder laugh).

At the comment regarding the wagon, Alucard's eyes go over to see what Trevor's on about and...flinches. Yikes, that is a sad and sorry looking thing, even in the dark of the night.]

I'll be fine come morning. If there's a real issue, I'll find some way to keep myself on one of the horses while I rest. Trusting that wagon with a person seems ill-advised at best.