Her lips sligihtly pursed in thought, Blair silently regarded Chuck while he was speaking with Serena. He was all cleaned up now, all traces of the frigthened, blood-soaked young man from earlier wiped away. It seemed he had erased all hints of vulnerablity along with it. He seemed completely back to the version of Chuck she was most familiar with, down to his drawl and signature scarf. She found her gaze drifting in the direction of his lips, trying not to recall the fact that they had been pressed against her own. She quickly looked away when Chuck turned his gaze on her, busying herself with her now nearly depleted drink. His mocking question was oddly reassuring; clearly nothing about their old dynamic had changed after all if he was back to teasing her about being a lightweight.
"It's a five martini kind of day," she replied, tilting her drink towards him in a mini salute before polishing it off. "And it's not like Gossip Girl's here to report on anything even if we do get tipsy and make spectacles of ourselves."
She smiled rather fondly at Serena at that, suddenly fiercely glad her friend was still here to make a spectacle of herself. But maybe that behavior was reserved for the old Serena? Blair felt she didn't quite understand the parameters of this new, reformed Serena that had returned to her a few weeks ago.
"There's no way Bart's going to let anything happen to them," she insisted again, placing her hand lightly on Serena's forearm. "Maybe he's out doing that right now. If he managed to arrange your rescue from a rooftop, he'll have no problem with them." She might think little of Bart's ability as a father, but her belief in his ability to get his family out of trouble was bedrock.