[ Hellboy raises his eyebrows at her as she skates into the space in front of him and takes his hand like it's the most natural thing in the world. He closes his fingers carefully around her slender grip, getting what she's going for after a moment. He's a little worried she's going to end up tangling her feet, distracted by the conversation, but she seems more than capable of handling herself. ]

Seems about right. [ He's both interested and a little sad to find his assessment of the guy wasn't far off. ] We worked together a while ago. Helped him take down a gang of neo-Nazis trying to summon an Elder God. The usual crap. You know him pretty well, huh?