[D, of course, has his own EMP in a way. Alucard may see it soon depending on what trouble they get into with the crowd. But its radius is only slightly better than what he had given the other dhampir, and he doesn't trust that things won't go sour.

There's something unsatisfying about working with another. He's aware Alucard is capable. Many have been. But their life means more to D than having their blood on his hands.]

Those here risk a great deal even in assistance.

[It doesn't sound chiding or condescending. His deep voice is quiet. The woman huffs again, and the fingers turned in weird angles shift to set right, becoming hands rather than simply robotic parts.

You trust too easy, she says. I could report you.

Unfortunately, D doesn't seem bothered when he glances her way.] It would be strange for a woman with a rebel insignia outside her shop to report disquiet to the Vakdir. [This gets a grumble out of her, and she dismisses them by swatting her hand.

D looks back to Alucard.] Let's go.