[He frowns as she whirls around, hair and dress flaring out. He can't help share a look with Hellboy, as if to say, do you know what's wrong with her?

And then he gets it. Gilia is as innocent as sweet as any person he's ever met before, and perhaps the very intimate nature of his return back to this cramped little home from home has embarrassed her.]

Gilia, you can turn around. I promise everyone still has all their clothes on. And I'm not moving. Not after the day I've had.