"Yeah, I'm startin' to get that I'm a unicorn around here. Name's Leonard McCoy– my Earth isn't anything like this, either. Guess it's the same for you, too?" That goes directed at Hellboy, with a sidelong look.

He takes a knee, easing down a bit gingerly due to his own collection of aches and hidden bruises. Sure, Little Cato could still decide he's now the right height for flaying alive, but Bones opts to put his faith in the Ventrexian.

"Mind if I take a glance at those scratches? Those look like they sting."

Not like there's anything around to patch them up with, but he hasn't gone looking any further in the cell.