Blake's eyebrow rose slightly and his tight-lipped expression turned into more of a smirk. Yes, he was always expecting trouble from her, even when there wasn't any. If something was going on, something weird, Fisher was usually if not always involved in some way.
And different could be good. But he had yet to see anything good come from it.
"Hn," he grunted in response. His phone buzzed in his front pocket and Blake looked away from her long enough to check the screen. His ward Ryuuko was impatient for her breakfast of deer carcass. "Lucky for you, I have other things to worry about. I'm keeping my eye on you, though. Enjoy your dry cereal, Ms. Drosselmeyer."