"Okay, that's enough, the both of you," Hellboy says, looking at Mina and Cindy. "Save it for your own time. Now, since you asked, yeah, I've been a paranormal investigator for most of my life, and stuff like this is practically run of the mill.

"Now..." He gestures at the equipment. "As for the gear and who does what: It looks like most of us are combat-ready, so that's good. First thing we'll need to do is track the ants back home. I can do some of that, and I expect Boromir can, too. Anyone else, speak up. Whoever's best at that should probably get the compass. Pickman's already spoken up about having underground navigation covered. Mina patches up whoever gets hurt. I recommend we all take a share of the glowsticks, and whoever has the spare cargo capacity takes the basket."

He sets his Right Hand on the crate, tapping its big stone fingers on the tarped lid. "And last but not least, I can carry this myself, but I'm hoping at least one of you is strong enough that we can switch off as needed, especially if we have to fight on the move."