Destiny couldn't help but smirk slightly at the question. She was obviously losing it. When strangers came up to you to ask if you needed help and you weren't in a department store, you were pretty much losing your shit in public.
"Buckets," she said. Destiny sighed. "Sorry. I just... this isn't your problem. My meltdown has nothing to do with you. I'm... I'm looking for my cousin."
Destiny stood up so she wouldn't be staring up at this chick. "He's about...." She held her hand at the right height. "Pale. Young guy, cute. Tattoo right here?" She let her hand sit on her lower ribs. On the right.
"I'm worried about him. He was here, on the last... whatever the fuck... and I can't find him."
And she also couldn't find anything to look for him with. Nothing of his to tie to him, to locate him. No tools to search for him...
She hadn't seen her cards, but that didn't mean she needed them for this.
"Have you seen anywhere that has food? Someplace I could get tea? Or whiskey?"