The shopkeeper makes one last rally to salvage his dignity. "Well, sir, I can't guarantee that the merchandise will still be here if you come back later."

Hellboy snorts in reply. "That big brown thing? I'll take my chances." He looks back over at Pickman. "I think I'll be fine, Richard. But thank you," he says, with apparent sincerity. "By the way, if a ghoul happened to be having trouble making legal arrangements, Hellsing has people whose job is helping with that sort of thing. The Guild Hall's in the CiD map."

Having done what he considers to be his good deed for the day, he walks out, readying a cigarette in the process.