[ It takes Gilia a second to realise what is happening. The way Jacob just trudges in the door like world was on his shoulders. She wants to speak to him almost immediately because he was next on her list and did not Hellboy just say if she waited, she would see him herself?

But she doubted he meant like this and the privacy she has invaded without meaning it - what can she do, half risen to greet him, herself.

She whirls, sharp on her heel, immediately facing the wall. ]

No! [ Her voice sounded pathetically squeaky even to her own ears. ] Nothing of the sort! Master Hellboy is being a perfect gentleman! I came to talk to him about a problem! And I - and I wanted to talk to you as well Master Frye! And - well you are here now. That is very good. Very good, I found you and I ought suppose I will talk to you when you...

[ Was it acceptable to use one's sacred gifted powers to flee any given room from embarrassment? Oh fungus and shells and other dreadful words she ought not to say, she was dreadful at this. ] - after I... finish staring at this wall...?

[ If she pretend no one could see each other, then she could die of shame peacefully. ]