Even if it's simple, it's more than Hellboy feels he could create given the chance. He examines the notes a little longer before offering them back again. It feels good to share a quiet moment like this, almost like they're in a normal kind of place. He takes the flask when it's held out to him and tips back a shallow swallow, not wanting to drain the thing when it's not his.

"I was a paranormal investigator," he replies after a brief pause to think about that answer. "Now I'm.. not so sure. Left the agency I was with a while ago. Spent a few years kinda being thrown around. Lost a couple years in the wilderness and stuck on the bottom of the sea." He gives a tiny shrug, holding out the flask.

"How about you? Roof inspector?"