"Yer that protestant woman's protégé... Ye look like anything but a protestant. So why are ye a Hellsing soldier with that undead bastard, eh?"

Alexander spoke in that thick Scottish accent as he walked down the hallway after you. The moonlight seeping into the hallway with its silver glow. Alexander speaks as if he didn't just throw a bayonet and decapitate Alucard.

"Maybe ah shouldn't care. A protestant is a protestant. But Enrico told me tae keep ye alive. So go run along, before ah change ma mind."