Steph looks down at him with a grin, taking a few seconds to move down to a lower branch, some sort of pastry held carefully in one hand - it's filled with nuts and jam of some tart fruit she doesn't recognize. She gets herself settled comfortably a few feet away from his hammock, her legs dangling from a branch and the dress still swirling in a light breeze.

"That's me," Her voice is a little softer than it is in reality - she's taken assorted damage to her throat that's gone while here - but her smile is as easy as ever, "And you're Hellboy. What brings you to the forest?" As opposed to the other possible dreamscapes.