"Actually, no tacos is worse than a cold taco. Bark tacos, those are worse than cold tacos - because they're not really tacos." Fred did indeed sound matter of fact. She was a great believer in the way of the taco, and if she'd thought long about it, she'd actually consider making a religion based on tacos. Of course, she wouldn't because she wouldn't want to upset any PTB, as she did know they existed. Then again, there was probably a world/reality with tacos as a religious basis.
"Nice to meet you too, Bruce..." The brainy female took a few steps, bag lifted to deposit the nummy tacos on the cleared off work space. "Bruce Banner? As.." Fred looked between Dinah and Bruce. Did Dinah know? If she did, how did she know? It wasn't like there was any crossover, right?
"Sooo...wow." She looked around, finally setting the tacos down. "Great place. And, depending on the time of day and everyone's whim - the City's included - I could be close or far." Fred gave him a little smile, not sure what to say of the matter. She was distracted; she kept telling herself not to ask about Gamma radiation or the Hulk.