Logan looks down at himself, the continuous melt and regrow of his muscles sending his nerves in enough of a frenzy that it just all feels like one big, numb sensation. "...right."

His pants are melting off too, he realises. God damn it.

"Normal water's gonna get this off?"

It's not like he knows anything about the occult. He does, however, know that the boat rental shop also did surf rentals, and finds a faucet somewhere around the building with running water. It's a bit of an awkward thing moving to lie down in the small space meant for the water to splash and slide down the drain, but the water smacks him in the chest and Logan shuts his eyes to keep the blood from getting in his eyes, of all things.

"Ugh. Jesus."

At least this teaches him what to expect next time, though.

Turning his unseeing eyes towards where he can hear Hellboy's breathing, Logan chirps: "Beer's on me when we go."