Hellboy takes another pause of his own. He's been doing pretty well so far, but keeping his thoughts organized like this wears on a guy after a while.

"Back in my world, I worked for an organization like Hellsing. I was on the job for... about fifty years. Some of my cases involved..." He makes a vague gesture in her direction, accepting by her phrasing that maybe she doesn't like autistic any more than he likes the d-word. "...people like you. Not all the time. Not very frequently. But over fifty years, enough that I'd... made mistakes. I took the time and learned better. I haven't had to use the knowledge in a long time, but it's still there."