Destiny didn't know weakness, not in the way other people tended to label it alongside compassion and second chances. She knew guilt, but it never stuck around for long, and that was just fine with her because there wasn't much room for that sort of thing when one was a little more focused on the daily duty of just surviving. Even if she was taking a step in a different direction, Destiny was still doing just that. A cozy spot in a neighborhood wasn't going to change that. Most of her decision making had always revolved around what she thought was right, and not necessarily what anybody might have.
When Nick wheeled up, she blinked and focused. Her shoulders slumped a little out of their Valkyrie pose, and she slid into one of the seats at the counter. "I do want something," it seemed like a good idea to assure him that she wasn't just here to waste his time. Ten dollars found its way out of her pocket and she put it on the counter like a promise of that very thing. "Your guy do a decent club sandwich? I'm starving."
She tucked the toes of her sneakers behind a rung of the stool, leaning into the counter with both elbows and a harmless, hopeful smile that said she was trying to figure out if they were still cool.