Just like old times, Hellboy's sat himself at the bar in the mostly-empty restaurant, a huge bowl of noodles set in front of him, drinking from a cold glass of beer. It's almost funny, the way his huge frame's perched precariously on the bar stool, his long tail draped over the back.

It twitches at the old man's greeting. Setting down his glass, Hellboy turns and looks at the guy with yellow eyes that glow faintly in the dim light, offering him a curt nod.

"I don't mind company, if that's what you're asking."