"Mm. Well, I'm not the worshiping type in general, but knowing how my life goes, I'll probably run into them eventually anyway." The sigh that goes with that is itself accompanied by a small puff of smoke. It's so hard being the shiny thing that everyone with a stake in the apocalypse chases after. He shrugs. "I'll look into it on my own time."

Hellboy takes the papers, files, and whatever else, holding all of them in his Right Hand while flipping through them with his left, the dwindling remains of the cigarette dangling in his lips.

"The neighborhood's pretty nice. Reminds me of a lot of places I've been over the years. Living close to the Guild Hall's not a bad idea, either." He finishes the last of the cigarette and looks back at Integra as he stubs it out in the ashtray. "Speaking of recommendations, you know a decent tailor around here?" He tugs at the lapel of his coat. "I've been lucky this one's lasted as long as it has; I should probably get a couple of replacements lined up, just in case."