Re: destiny/steph.
[She does startle, and she does rock back in her chair, but there's that helpful boost.] Jesus fucking Christ. [She presses a hand to her chest, rapid heart-rate beating underneath her fingertips as they press hard into her collarbone like a life vest. She's here, in the Wayne Manor kitchen, waiting for news on Helena and wondering if she should have gone, too. Blonde hair twisted into a mess on the top of her head, she's in simple shorts and a shirt (black and purple, respectively), something that could be worn out to walk the dog or a jaunt to the corner store, but are clearly just something to lounge in. The bag of Chex Mix is discarded somewhere close enough in reach, but hasn't been touched in a few minutes.
Truthfully, despite the initial heart-attack inducing, she's glad he's there. But, she still looks at him with wide blue eyes as she takes in his appearance: the robes, the book thunking on the counter, and yes, that bowl of popcorn. She listens to him speak, and she does open up her mouth to ask a question he answers. But then, her eyebrow quirks, and she asks despite herself:] What about the other this? [With all the curiosity and entitlement that humans had. She totally has a right to know, doesn't she? And then, she sighs.] I wish, for once, that being in this family wasn't like being in a fucking minefield.