There was a prickly feeling running down Blair's spine and she wasn't sure it had anything to do with her run. There was something vaguely unsettling about the man in front of her. Still, his voice held an unspoken command that Blair couldn't exactly ignore. It told her that she needed to listen and to pay attention. Something that Blair was both familiar and comfortable with. Too much so, perhaps. "I...just need to call my sister and tell her I'm running late for dinner," Blair answered, hesitating to tell the full truth, but still needing to respond to the question. Because he'd asked in a tone of voice that reminded Blair of being interrogated by her father. He asked questions the way a proper man asked questions.
She did, however, choose to ignore the fact that there was a fairly thinly veiled threat somewhere in what the man had said. Of course, he'd specified that he hadn't meant anything by it but Blair believed that just about as much as she believed in her marriage. She glanced over towards the bar, just to see if the man had come back, but no luck. She tried not to fidget; she was usually pretty good about keeping her calm, but she really wanted out of here five minutes ago. She was a fish out of water and it was obvious and she didn't like it one bit. Blair thrived by being in her element and when she wasn't, she tended to end up at the edge of a panic attack. Which she was dangerously close to right about now.