[He's plenty touchy. Just not necessarily in the fun way. Jason's track record for interpersonal relationships is incredibly short and also incredibly shitty, and he doesn't at all make it easier on himself. But given he's finding himself tracking her down for company as often as information, Ramir's probably asserting herself as some kind of bona fide friend at this juncture. (Something like that. He's bad at handing out trust, but she asks for little and forgives quickly and—apparently—actually misses him when he's gone. It could feel more like a farce, because he has not been entirely honest with her. He hasn't put a whole lot of effort into being strictly dishonest, either.) It's definitely more clinging than he would have put up with a few months ago. Sort of like slowly socializing a pissy stray cat.
So he lets her talk, instead of brushing her off when she settles in. Quiet and focused and serious again while she gives him the rundown, taking it in and filing it away where it best fits with the big picture. At some point—right around the part where she starts talking about gross mass drownings—he stops fidgeting with his food to close his fingers over it instead. Hellboy gave her lie of omission some nice big holes when he put the crew kidnappings on record, but he won't call her on it just yet. His next question is very deliberate, and a little bit sharp.]
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So he lets her talk, instead of brushing her off when she settles in. Quiet and focused and serious again while she gives him the rundown, taking it in and filing it away where it best fits with the big picture. At some point—right around the part where she starts talking about gross mass drownings—he stops fidgeting with his food to close his fingers over it instead. Hellboy gave her lie of omission some nice big holes when he put the crew kidnappings on record, but he won't call her on it just yet. His next question is very deliberate, and a little bit sharp.]
Where are they now?
[The cultists.]