Hellboy, on the other hand, just ignores any crap he gets. It's something he's pretty damn used to, and he's not in the mood for putting on any airs. The confidence comes easily, sure. Most times it even feels genuine. But today he's downright grumpy, keeping his head down and stalking his way back into town.

His trip to the ocean told him nothing more than what he already knew. All around the turtle things were going to crap, and there was nothing he could do about it.

And he was too damn broke to drown his feelings in booze, not to mention he smoked his last cigarette days ago. So all he can really do is head back to his suite and do what...? Maybe he'll just finally call it quits with the investigations agency. He could sell back the equipment and get enough booze to black out for a day or so.

God damn.

Ororo's voice thankfully pulls him out of that dark train of thought as he trudges his way through the suite. He lifts his head and gives her a small wave from a short distance away.

"Hey, kid. How you doing?"

Him... he looks like crap, but he's still moving. Even if it's more than he really feels like doing right now, it's all he can do.