Hellboy looks at Fern, then out at their surroundings. The slightly glassy-eyed people with the pastel hair, the occasional walking horror show and slightly more normal seeming person elbowing through their midst. Even the sound of the place seems.. on edge.

And then there's the fact that the last thing he can remember before he woke up on his back surrounded by softly breathing pines was Nimue and her cold hand reaching into his chest, plucking out his heart --

He returns his attention to his pancakes.

"Figures. At least this one has food."

He glances back at Fern and wriggles the fingers of his stone hand.

"You done with this, kid?"