Hellboy just watches as the girl gets her bearings, keeping an eye on that sword. It's not an unusual reaction to his appearance. He's had worse, and it's something he's pretty used to. Does it rub him the wrong way? Sure. But that's not her fault, and any hard feelings are completely unreadable. Whether that's by sheer will or the fact that his hard, angular features are pretty incapable of most expression is anyone's guess.

Either way, he doesn't look or sound the least bit offended as he steps aside and invites her in. "Sure, come on in."

He turns to lead her up the dark, creaky stairwell that leads to the makeshift attic office on the building's third floor. As he climbs, Sabriel may notice the sound she'd heard from the other side of the door was not shoes, but the sound of cloven hooves clacking against the old wood. And that sure is a tail snaking out of the folds of his duster, bobbing behind him with every step.