Fuckin' A! He gets to tag along with the big red guy. Score one for being a nosy bastard.

"Daddy was an architect," Pickman claims as he follows Hellboy. His gait is more than a little off, the kind of awkward lope that suggests some serious foot pain being ignored. "Bored me t'shit, but I still picked some shit up. I know load bearing when I see it, yeah?". He glances over at the shopkeeper, smirking a little.

(The claim is at least half accurate -- Old Man Pickman was an architect. How much his progeny actually picked up is... less certain.)