[Ishimaru's expression tightens severely when he sees Blake on the feed; perhaps the most noticeable thing is the lack of the usual immediate displays of respect - he does straighten up quite a bit through habit, but he seems unsure of what to do with himself, physically. He salutes eventually, though, if for no better reason than he'd shown Monobear some degree of deference when asked to do so, and Blake has done nothing nearly as bad as that stupid bear.

To his knowledge, anyway.

The awkwardness doesn't abate any, however; he's not used to being nearly this upset with authority figures, and he's not sure what to do about it. Were this anyone else he would launch immediately into some sort of lecture, but...

Well, for the time being he'll try to sort through it; he has questions to answer, for now.]

"Dead," sir. "We are not dead yet."

[His words are about as tight as his posture; settling is proving difficult, even after he's allowed his arm to drop back to his side.]

And I'm not bored; it's just that the last while has been difficult. This is calming, nothing else.