"Just soda for me, thanks."

Looming up from behind, Hellboy's big enough that he could probably make a space for himself to get his own drink, but given the state of things at the moment, that would probably involve a fair bit of rudeness on his part. This way was more sociable, and involved a rather better view than the bar and its tender. He gives a self-deprecating little half-shrug to acknowledge that yes, he's ordering soda in a bar.