The sudden change in direction had his attention quickly diverting from the blinking dot on the screen of his ridiculously over-complicated concept phone (courtesy of Wayne Enterprises R&D). He glanced over at his faux-sister, an eyebrow raised. She was awfully curious for someone that was looking to get away just a few minutes prior.

Blake raised an eyebrow and slipped the thin phone into the inside pocket of his jacket, right alongside the letter with Veronica's information on it. "Looks like she's gonna be okay," he replied, side-stepping any real answer, even if he had the inkling she was asking in a more pointed manner than he was allowing for. Another look in the direction of the commotion and he could see Mr. Meaty was pulling the girl in the red dress to her feet.

Blake cleared his throat, attention waning quickly as more people arrived to observe the scene. "So, you're— You're good then? No more need for a stand-in?" Purposefully obtuse.