Oh God. She was going to murder him. He was going to be dead the next time she saw him. Dinah actually might have turned a little red, which was not at all a common occurrence for her. But still she greeted him with her own smile and shook his hand.
"Dinah Lance." She supplied, unable to keep herself from chuckling and shaking her head at the entire situation, "I'm sorry, there's no excuse for him. I'm so so sorry." Dinah made a cringing kind of face and whispered conspiratorially, "Between you and me, I think he's probably drunk-texting again." A blind date. God, Bruce. Between he and Hal trying to set her up with their friends, she was surprised they hadn't already arranged a marriage for her.
But, at least he was cute-- and she always had been kind of a sucker for a man in uniform.