Integra knew she had issues with her temper, it was something she had always had an issue with once she had taken the helm of running Hellsing. She also tended to lose said temper if she was worried about people she cared about were put in harms way as a redirection instead of being angry at herself.

Being told to sit the fuck down by a seemingly angry Brother, Integra silently complied, leaning back in said chair as her right leg draped over her left one, her eyes glancing between Eva and Billy as she tried to think on what to do. It seemd her brother already had an idea though as he spoke in a tone that made its point clear  He was putting his foot down and there would be no arguing. 

She hated the thought of leaving him to deal with the brunt force of fighting the greeks, but if there was one thing Integra knew about Billy Mastrosimone, it was that he was tough and wouldnt go down easily. She sighed heavily as she ran a hand through her hair before leaning forward to pick up the glass that was filled once more.

"As much as I'd rather stay here and gun it with you... i trust you will be safe. We will come back alive... you keep yourself alive... i'll carry this out... because it's you." Her eyes softened just a bit as she glanced at her brother. There were times she needed to be set straight from her Anger and this had certainly been one of those times.

She shifted to stand up, knowing she was going to need to get everything set up to head back to England, god she hated flying...  and now she was going to have to bring Eva with her..  for the doctors sake she hoped nothing happened to billy... and she hoped they could get her parents to safety before anything, because Integra had lost her family and she wouldnt wish that pain on anyone, not even people she wasnt happy with at the moment.

With her face in his hands, Eva looked up at Billy as he spoke, but could only manage a silent nod. The time for words had ended. There was only action now. She wanted to say something; to thank him for sparing her life and helping her end this nightmare, but even if she could have spoken, no combination of words would have been sufficient. 

In a moment, he was gone. Eva looked down at the floor and closed her eyes. Even a prayer seemed as useful as a whisper in a wind storm. For now, her fate was purely in her hands. Eva knew where her loyalty lay- it had just walked out the door with a man holding a violin case. She had to prove herself now. 

With a soft sigh, she slowly padded back to the bathroom and turned on the cold water tap. A few splashes of cold water seemed to pull her out of the dark haze her mind had been in. When she looked up into the mirror, she saw a face she didn't recognize. She saw a woman with a thirst for vengeance. She saw kind eyes now hardened a bit; hands that would heal not with a scalpel or stitches, but with the touch of a trigger.