[i]Hesitation.[/i] Arcturus paid close attention to the way Victor answered his question, noting the pause before any information was revealed. A pause of reluctance? He got the impression there was more to be said, even if this particular man truly didn't know much. Secret lamps and little men hardly warranted such apprehension in his opinion.

Although perhaps it was unusual to look another man in the eyes and tell him he was special because he could see little men. He might've hesitated too, if the roles were reversed.

Arcturus glanced at Marcus as the apparently church affiliated hunter headed over to the broken down door, taking the opportunity to try to gauge what the other man thought of all this. It truly was surreal. Just when he thought he was beginning to adapt, another unsettling secret made itself known. Not only had the blood transfusion made them hunters, it had done something else to them as well. Something that caused them to see phantom lamps and little white men. Something that may have even turned that one woman's veins a sickening black...

His bright blue gaze began to sweep the scarlet splattered room as Victor began talking again, those still asleep in the room occupying his thoughts. What would happen if, after they left, another party came to raid the undefended clinic? They couldn't just leave so many people defenseless in their cots. So while he listened Arcturus silently evaluated the furniture in the room. Shelves, tables, anything that could be used as a barricade. Those people needed some kind of-

[i]Did he hear that right?[/i] Arcturus looked over from his inspection of an intact looking cabinet, distracted by talk of blood. Specifically, the blood of a girl named 'Lady Adelica.' The young man glanced between Victor and the girl on the other side of the room, visibly shocked by the suggestion. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised. Yharnam [i]was[/i] renowned for its blood after all. Still the idea of drawing from a young lady's veins to inject into himself was... [i]appalling.[/i]

[color=00aeef]"Ah, that-... I-... I'm afraid I must decline."[/color] The young man quickly answered, momentarily struggling with his words. He quickly threw on a politely apologetic smile which he flashed at both church hunter and church saint, not wanting to look like the culture shocked foreigner he was. [i]Saint.[/i] Blood saint. All of a sudden he had a slightly better appreciation of the significance that title carried. [color=00aeef]"In any case you needn't worry about me, I can handle myself. Blood or no."[/color] Arcturus went on to insist, despite having recently been booted across the room by that very beast on the floor. Although he was mostly just trying to provide an excuse to not take the poor girl's blood.

[i]Saint[/i] they call her...

[color=00aeef]"On the other hand, we [i]should[/i] be worried about the others."[/color] Now quickly trying to change the subject, he gestured towards the smashed doorway. His voice quickly shifted from polite uncertainty to confident authority as he spoke, and he began to slowly pace across the room. [color=00aeef]"If whoever tried to capture us sends another force once we're gone, the patients-... The [i]hunters[/i] in that room could be left defenseless."[/color] He explained, his foreign accent on full display by now. [color=00aeef]"Whatever we do, I suggest we make an effort to barricade them in before we leave."[/color]