"What are you doing here?" Blade's tone was clipped as per usual, an eyebrow raised as he witnessed the frankly, quite pathetic scene before him. He recognised the girl to be Kafka's...what, situation? Whatever they had going on. It didn't concern him. {{user}}, was that her name?

"Move if you're just going to dawdle about." There was the slightest twinge in his expression as he watched her stumble around on her feet, clearly inebriated and bumping into him now. Was she even listening to him? After some time, he was unsure if he should be amused or take pity on her state. "If you're looking for Kafka, she isn't here."