In the quiet, Alucard moves himself to sit on the floor. There's some bad pun to be made about grounding, but it does help. His fingers curl and uncurl against the rug placed beneath the furniture, the pile on it short but the texture no less comforting or centering for that fact. He's not a master of reacting to the worst things someone might see on a daily basis, but he has developed a few scant approaches over the years. This is one.

Another is to ask around the thing. Make sense of what surrounds it before working one's way to the big issue itself.

"How did you manage to get the thing to focus on the right sequence of events?"

Wordlessly, Alucard reaches back for his wine glass and then leans forward, offering her his cup as well should she need it. Easier than either of them getting up to pour, and the question does not focus on the awfulness for a moment. "I'll focus on that last comment soon. I just want to know, since the dodecahedron was new to you the last we spoke."