Having to pay for rooms and meals dents pretty much anyone's savings in trying to move on from here.

[It's the issue he's finding, at any rate. Not that Alucard intends to go anywhere, he just wants a nice crypt to take a long, long nap in. But he needs to build everything to sustain him in that nap, and that's when costs come into play.

He's quiet as Gideon elaborates, eating as she does so. Under most circumstances, he might take the time to judge his work and determine what could be improved next time (more pepper, maybe some smoked paprika?) but the reality of Gideon's situation is far too engrossing.

What kind of place subsists on that food seemingly alone?

There's no control as Alucard's nose wrinkles in distaste the more she explains. He barely restrains a that's awful, because it isn't like he has the context to understand why it is this way, but he can't help the knee jerk reaction.

When she's done, there's a soft sigh.] Well, at least one good thing has come out of this nightmare: you get better food.