Blake stares at the back of Justice's head. She considers leaving for a grand total of two and a half seconds, then rolls her eyes. "I don't care about Verona."

She grabs the chair next to Justice, turning it so the back posts face the table, and sits down before Justice can protest. Blake folds her hands in her lap as she stares straight ahead. No one can approach them without being seen.

"When a Shadow got me... I blamed myself. You told me not to. So." Blake blows out a breath. As speeches go, this is less than scintillating.