Danny had snagged a newspaper that had been left behind a couple seats over while he waited, something he perused when his ordered arrived. Grim news it looked like. Crime seemed to have increased and...there was a really strange article about many shipments of food going bad. Weird.
The nurse was about to take a sip of his decaf when a lovely voice assailed his ears and Danny turned to her. A friendly, but somewhat confused smile graced his lips, "I'm sorry, what?" Then his gaze dropped to the case beside him and then he got the joke, chuckling and shaking his, "Oh, no. Believe me, I'm not a fighter." He gestured with his chin to the case, "There's a cello inside if you wanna check." He finally took a sip of coffee and set it aside.