Katsa cannot, for the life of her, understand the purpose in sketching a pretty cup. It seems to serve no purpose besides being somewhat pleasing to the eye, but the cup itself is already there, brighter and more solid than a piece of paper. Nor does she see that the cup serves much purpose, either, though she is no stranger to such thing. It isn't meant to serve one other than to show off how rich and powerful its owner is.

She glances at Alucard's drawing one more time before she shrugs and moves away to search for more.

"I've known men who would kill for even less than a pretty rock." Most of them, really. "Weapons made like this cup are rarely exemplary in function. Wouldn't it be better to look for ones that are actually sharp?"