[There's something about managing to be so bright eyed in the face of so much horror that's admirable. A skill to be sure, although a truly untested one. This incident, it's nothing at all if it's one's first encounter with all the dark things of the world. (It is everything for the three of them, it is conspiracy and it is a problem.) So Alucard lets her keep talking. And talking. And talking, because it means he's getting back to Trevor with the absolute minimal amount of panic he could have for the situation.

Which, by the time that they reach the car, is about to skyrocket. Alucard had a plan in progress that developed as they were walking, and now he knows he has to put it into action. He takes Trevor's wrist immediately and applies pressure over where he knows the worst of the cut is (the Belmont may have the vampire's wrists committed to memory, but the reverse is true too). Looks his new and far too excited companion in the eye, and explains what needs to be done.]

There's clean up we cannot attend to, and if you want that introduction to happen, you must do this or else it shall not be. The tiger and the man within, the bodies. They need to be burnt so that no one else can use that type of magic on them. So much of this is about preventing others from seeing things, and to learn that work is essential. Do you understand?

[The gravity in Alucard's voice seems to bring the point home in full. She nods, says that it makes sense, and that she can grab some of the fuel from the fire swallowers while no one is looking. Satisfied, Alucard nods, and she is off. (She gave her name. Katerina, like the Great.)

Then his eyes are on Trevor, hand still where it was.]

I can't fix this. You need to go to the hospital.