[ Lancer leaps back up through the giant hole in the floor, landing besides Hellboy noiselessly. Which would read as a lot more graceful if he didn't proceed to flop down and sit cross-legged, stretching his arms out. There's the pop where his elbows crack. Four hundred pounds is no joke, man.

But that answer should still be obvious. A dubious brow-raise. ]

Me getting you out of the water.

[ Keep up, HB...!! If he meant the actual physical means by which Lancer accomplished this, he offers nothing. Instead he finishes rolling his wrist before leaning over, helpfully peeling a leech off of Hellboy's tail. ]

You've still got a few... anyway, I thought it'd beat a slow death by bloodsucking. Might've made that whole jailbreak thing a wash, y'know?