Blake glances up and shakes his head. "They're an abomination." It's a half-lie. Their appearance is what he takes exception to, and he has no trouble seeing what a bad idea it is. "Who the hell's puttin' them all 'round this place?" John asks. He hasn't placed a single emblem by his own hand, but someone's proudly presenting HYDRA and boy would he love to get his hands around their neck for their negligence.

"Do me a favor an' let me know if you figure it out." He doesn't suspect this guy will do that, but it doesn't hurt to cover his ass a little more. There's no reason to believe he's HYDRA, after all. Even if the disappointment he'd expressed had been oddly pointed.