Once their killer beast is snared, Bones edges closer, dismay writ large on his face.

He's just a kid. Just a kid; caught, stuffed into a cell and tormented, just like the rest of them. If he was angry about this situation before, he's incandescent now, swallowing his fury and folding his arms across his chest.

"You can't," he admits, "And you'd be damn stupid to immediately trust anyone around here. I don't know about Red-" with a sidelong glance at Hellboy, "-but I'm tryin' my best to get the Hell outta this place, and fighting with other folks won't help that. I'm a doctor, not a killer."