"They appeared, like other items. Like people. They were in the mess hall along with someone else's belongings, but they were owned by no one. It is not much, but we are better supplied than before."

The sound of the machine earns Alucard's attention quickly, and he watches as it generates the blue liquid. The consistency looks like blood, but the color is off.

Before he can say a word, Connor tests it. He'd wished he'd have waited, but he doesn't judge.

"From your analysis, there is nothing wrong with it, then." Perhaps the blood would be acceptable, but Alucard is determined to keep his word. He will be prepared, just in case. "I'm glad you have a supply. Hopefully, we will not need to worry about parts for you either."