That whisper prompted Sam into a sort of apologetic flinch---the sort of silent 'sorry, sorry!' someone might manage after accidentally forcing a fellow driver to brake, though she mouthed the words as well while switching to speakerphone.

"Long story," was what she managed, before Hellboy introduced himself; after, she managed to tamp down an audible reaction but mouthed JACKPOT to Rick, holding her free hand up, fisted, in triumph.

"We're in Quebec City. I've seen the thing---it snatched my friend---and my other friend and I have been trying to narrow down where it's at, but no, we've not tried to engage." Lucky for IT.