"Sure am, kiddo," says the big man, looking down at Cilan. He looks down on everyone, though-- pushing eight feet tall means never having to look up to anything except Cthonic horrors from beyond the moon, most of the time.

"Are you okay? You look a little lost." Too worried, too white to be local. A passer-by, maybe. Hellboy rationalizes so much weird. It's a job skill.