He knew he had to come. It was too soon after the funeral and Ilde was right, everyone who had known Boromir needed to mourn, and he agreed. But the boon he had been given might have some special significance tied to it, something the other person might even need (sentimentally or pragmatically --did it really matter given recent events?) So he would be quick. He would drop off the metal container and go.

When he enters the lounge, the collar on his jacket is still up in the hopes of obscuring his face from anyone who might recognise him. Of course, it doesn't help when he recognises Hellboy --from memories that are still fuzzy and the video transmission on his first day-- and his step falters just a touch.

And then his eyes drop to the dagger. ...oh. Oh crap.