[ He nods at her question, sipping his scalding tea. It's black and bitter and cheap, but it makes things feel a bit more normal to sit and drink it while they talk. ]

Wait around long enough you might get to see him.

[ The bitterness of the tea feels appropriate as she outlines her problem. Hellboy's expression darkens and he sets his mug down so he can start searching his pockets for his cigarettes. ]

Speaking for the monsters, this Stoker guy is going to get what's coming to him, even if it's not because of you. You piss off enough people, you're gonna have to deal with the consequences.