As luck would have it, his target is actually not far off. Some searching will bring him to the armored figure watching with folded arms from beyond the gathering. Or maybe it's not luck, so much as Blaze being drawn to signs of commotion.

"Seems pretty harmless," she's commenting, presumably to the tiny silver machine floating at her side. It answers in a murmur, its single blue optic flicking between members of the crowd, Shade-Seeker included. Blaze herself gives the reptilian guy a friendly nod as he comes their way.