Feeling his hand being picked up and moved aside, Trevor narrows his brow. Listening as the old man shows that he seems to know a little about what's going on. "Now listen here, I heard what you said." Pointing a finger at them, then looked around, confusion and irritation plastered over his expression. "You called for Alucard- and there's only one person with reason to go around calling themself that. So you're either in cahoots with the floating prick or you really are a grave robber who thinks he's funny."

Trevor doesn't mean to sound aggressive or anything of the sort, he's tired, hungry, sober and confused. This place is confusing and no he only has one boot too. Folding his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow. "Just what's going on here?"