[Blake's lip curls as he stomps down the hall, but he manages to bite back anything smartass.]

Last I saw him, he was out on that balcony thing.

[He looks back at her. Gives her a glance up and down.] You serious?

[He shrugs.] You wanna try taking one of these things on, be my guest. We'll find you a club or something. Just don't blame me if you get hurt.