"It's all right," he says. Even though it really isn't. It still makes him feel like crap, but he just doesn't let himself acknowledge it. At least at home people largely know who he is. He has to travel pretty far out to get this kind of reception. Most people keep their fear to themselves, tone down the whole spawn of Satan spiel in his presence, and that makes it easy for him to forget how much he really sticks out sometimes. Living amongst the kedan was a lot of the same. His appearance blended right in with the freakier residents. Most of them didn't even bat an eye at him.

That's how he decides this girl is probably a Foreigner. It'd take a Foreigner to draw the line past freaky and go straight for demonic.

Still, he keeps his voice genial. It's not her fault, after all. "Name's Hellboy. And I know it's hard to believe, but I get that a lot."