[ There's a shift, once Alucard swears, and it's immediately visible. Like the strings of a puppet have been cut. His entire body sinks forward and he flops to one side, taking a seat next to Alucard. ]

Yeah. Between that and the silver, I ought to be able to track him down. Then- fuck, I'll figure something out from there. I'll take him to Father Robert, maybe, ask him to figure out where he's been the last couple days. Who he's spoken to.

[ Just tracking down someone who wasn't acting of their own free will isn't too helpful, after all. And he knows from experience how fuzzy the compulsion makes the memories surrounding it. Prompting a person to remember who they spoke to last before they entered the state of compulsion is far, far beyond his own social capabilities, and that's even assuming the victim is willing to talk and

coming up with a plan is hard. Thinking is hard. Alucard almost died. Because he was stupid and complacent. And that matters, and it shouldn't. Not half as much as the implications of it. But it's not 'the city almost got thrown into chaos' that every cell in his body is screaming, like it should be. It's 'Alucard almost died'.

Quietly, he offers a hand. ]