What the hell? Blake thinks-- no, she knows she'd know when someone approaches her here, as if she is going to trust into her surroundings in a new place or in general either... but this green girl comes at her out of nowhere.

She glares and hisses more or less literally like a cat, trying to pull her arm back into her personal space without anything attached to her.

"I'm not Shade, so let go, you have the wrong person." That or this is the beginning to the weirdness of some here might know her.