Blake tried to give the commander as much privacy as she needed. Listening in one conversation between such high ranking officers, military or not, was something she thankfully didn't have to do in her job. She targeted the gangs. The people who were actively harming others while dealing on the streets. All the means to gather evidence against such people was nothing but a pleasure for her. No matter how hard she tried, she heard the conversation between the two military personnel. 

When Shepard finished her conversation, Blake followed after her immediately. Military personnel saluted the commander as they walked towards wherever Shepard was bringing them. If she were in uniform, she'd do the same. Shepard and her story was an inspiration. Something she looked up to. No matter the odds. Shepard was the perfect teacher for the motto they perhaps had in common.

They eventually stumbled upon a bar hidden away from the world. Alliance personnel mingled about the place. Loud music, probably cheap booze, and other stuff drew the crowd she supposed. Blake wasn't surprised to see that all personnel wore military uniforms. She doubted law enforcement knew about this place. 

Following Shepard to a booth in the back, she took the seat opposing her. There was something very discomforting with her back facing others. She liked to have the dominant position. When Shepard started to talk, Blake nodded at the last part of her sentence. "Off the record? Everyone in the DID get the 'enemy of my enemy is a friend'," she said. "You won't find many from DID chasing you for that. So Cerberus. I suspected, but I needed validation from someone. When you worked with them, what was their MO? They're subtle. From what I was able to dig up. DID's file on them is one folder. That's nothing. So, why don't you fill me in on their MO? Organization structure. Etc."