His lips twitch very faintly. He adjusts the alembic until the droplets flow a little more freely. Tools in the Free Cities are more refined than the Continent, but they're familiar. Most of the lab contains labelled jars, carefully sealed specimens, a shelf of leather bound books and notes.

"So I've learnt." Blake registers as somebody from the same sort of sphere as Dean or Sam, though his accent is especially foreign in places. "You've never said what you do."

Back home, that is. Blake doesn't give the impression of a soldier, but something about his demeanour isn't entirely that of a common civilian, either.

Perhaps he's curious.