[Her hands are shaking, but she doesn't drop the gun. She couldn't get another shot off if she tried, not without having it go wild and probably just lodge into a wall somewhere, but she keeps it aloft anyway, fueled by will alone.]

Then let us stop wasting time and go, before the dawn comes. The hour is late for vampires, and he needs to go home.

[It's, perhaps, the makings of a very shaky truce. A truce as shaky as her arms are, at this point — but at least they are no longer something just to be brushed aside and ordered about. Their claim to Alucard is, at the very least, recognized, if not acknowledged.]