[Where this sort of simple medical intervention is called for, he's a machine. As Alucard cuts through orphan-threatening scorpion-goat-bats, he cleans, appraises, bandages, and secures.]

Honestly, I don't find tangling with the admiral conceptually to be terribly productive. Whether he's just the poor idiot lashed to the rudder or the mastermind of all our discontents, why does it matter? We can't do shit about it.