"I was thinking Starbucks. Or the library, I was on my way there." He offered, "Dark alleyways aren't really my thing." Rats made him twitchy, ever since that night he'd had to inject himself with the serum they'd been testing on the lab-rats. He should have known better, but at least that syringe had been clean and he hadn't almost destroyed the whole building and killed everyone. But Richard never wanted to be reminded of that fact. Dustin however didn't need to know any of that, and he was sure that the young Super wasn't going to let him know every detail of his past. "Or a Starbucks on the way to the library, you could probably do with refuelling. I have a slight addiction to their skinny muffins..." He admitted, reaching up to mess the hair at the back of his head.