[Strained as things have been between them these past few weeks, Sypha still knows exactly what Trevor will do the instant before he does it.

Whether she does nothing to stop him because she's a bad person or a tired one is up for debate.

Alucard sinks backward, eyes closing in a clear dismissal, and Trevor strikes. The hand he'd extended lashes out, grabbing Alucard by his crossed wrists and shirtfront.] "Oh you 'intend', do you? Meaning you climbed in here on your own in the first place? We've been tearing this place apart trying to find you, you horse's ass!"

[There's a hard knot of frustration in Sypha's throat that echoes Trevor's mood, but she knows her role. When he gets like this, she counterbalances. Bad cop, good cop. Alucard will probably recognize the tactic, yet she can't help but step forward and settle her hand over Trevor's, over Alucard's.] We don't know the extent of this cult yet, but Alucard, they're receiving instructions from night creatures on how to pull your father from Hell. I realize that's a lot to take in right now, but, please. Whatever's going on with you, this isn't the best place to ride it out.