“Visiting,” she says, with an assessing look - she can't actually figure out whether or not he works for Hellsing at a glance without the presence of a badge, but it's Sobek Croix and she knows a few of those men, so she gives it a shot anyway. “I come by sometimes, I have- friends here. And the cemetery.”

She has friends in the cemetery, or friend, at least; she didn't know Dean Winchester very well before his death and she hasn't spoken to him since his miraculous return to the city, but Boromir is still buried there, and she still goes to talk to him, sometimes. Probably he can't hear her- probably if he's anywhere then he's somewhere in his own world, listening to the memories of his own people. Still, there aren't very many genuinely good, kind people in Ilde's life, partly by design, and Boromir's one of the few she couldn't remain skeptical of. He just was as he just was.

“I came early, to walk through the park.”