When you're a meditative person whose used to spending hours of solitude training, being alone isn't the best way to take things off your mind. You inevitably contemplate the very problems you were trying to avoid in the first place.
So Danny's response was to immerse himself in the beating heart of the city. He didn't know the name of the bar, but that didn't matter.
He watched people pass him in the mirror behind the bar, noting anyone who caught his eye. He'd already made 2 men carrying guns- but that was about the extent of his night thus far.
A stunning blond woman nearby caught his eye. He recognized her from somewhere... She's with the X-Men or something, right? Danny thought. There was only one way to find out.
Danny shifted a few seats down the bar and extended a hand to her, smiling "How you doin, I'm Danny" he said over the blaring music. "This may be a bit random, but you're not a friend of Moira MacTaggart's are you?" He raised an eyebrow "Or maybe Charles Xavier's?"