That does earn a wry smile from the dhampir. "Theoretically, a consecrated bullet would do more damage to me. Imagine... mm. Not unlike what acid might do to a normal person. It burns. I would still heal, but it would impact me more than a normal bullet." He shrugs a shoulder. "Not that I have been shot before by a firearm of any kind. Hopefully that won't be anytime soon."

This particular subject can become a little more delicate. He wasn't sure what kind of task Connor had been created for, precisely, but he's certain a human creation would be deeply concerned on behalf of humans as a whole. That could mean that possibly Connor would be protective of the humans on this station.

He couldn't blame him, but it does become tiring.

"I can consume human food. It can be enjoyable, but it does nothing for me nutritionally. I require about a pint of human blood every two weeks under normal circumstances. I currently have at least two consistent people who are donating to me as I need."

It won't be enough. Less than a year out, he'll have hardly enough strength that he really needs, but Alucard is sincerely trying not to think too much of the future. There's only so much he can control.