Hellboy's nature might grant him a lot of superhuman abilities, but he can't see any better in the dark. And he's not rude enough to shine the flashlight in anyone's face, either. So when Peggy approaches, he doesn't bother to turn around, continuing to shine his light into the utter darkness, only just making out the shapes of things amongst the debris. He's not sure who it is until she speaks, but when she does, he's glad the voice is familiar.

"Sure," he answers. "Run into these things all the time."

He scans the flashlight's weak beam across the wreckage of a rotting carriage, its remains bleached gray and cloaked in shadows. "Just trying to figure out if these guys are zombies or just a bunch of dead guys waking up from their beauty sleep."