"She's one of The Devout, then. I'm just a Hellboy fan." Idris shrugged. He did nothing to hide his smile, nor the fact that he hadn't seen much of Ron Perlman's work. Did it count extra if he was now the witness to a dirty doppelganger attempting a petty crime? Probably not. Ron Perlman as Hellboy would have wiped the floor with that man, or maybe been impressed, too, with how the woman had taken care of things.
Yeah, she was definitely a sort of Ripley. Interesting the array of people living in the same building as him--it fascinated Idris how they all managed to somehow coexist underneath, ultimately, the same roof.
"Hey, what are neighbors for if not helping to save the day?" Idris drawled, glancing elsewhere while Ripley 2.0 adjusted her clothing. "It's a good thing we were heading for the same place." There was a touch of sincerity to his tone, for although he wouldn't dwell on it, had he not hurried over, would she have been able to fend off the man and contact help? The park wasn't devoid of people, but in this clearing there wasn't exactly a crowd hanging around, waiting to be prompted.
Or maybe he just felt like giving himself a little bit of credit.