Dani was still getting used to how slow she was. The doctors promised she'd be walking with a cane for at least four weeks while her thigh muscle knitted itself together. Luckily the bullet had missed the bone (even more lucky how the other had missed her heart, three centimeters away was pretty damned lucky), so she didn't need a cast. Breathing, however, was a little more difficult, and she was finding herself winded after just a block of city walking.
This is why she was ten minutes late to meet the young woman who'd responded to her ad for a helper. It had been her first priority (besides hugging her children and thinking about Jordan) so she was really, really hoping this Nadia would work out.
It would've been ideal to have Grey and Opal with her, but Dani still couldn't lift her baby girl without stabbing pains through her chest, and Grey was still ranting about when he would get to see Daddy. It was all so overwhelming, and she'd only been on her feet for a day.
She ambled in through the diner door, nodding a heartfelt thanks to the gentleman who held it for her so she could maneuver with the cane, then looked around for the girl wearing the earlier-denoted cardigan sweater. It wasn't hard to pick her out of the small crowd, and the first thing out of Dani's mind was 'young'. Maybe she had a baby-face. Dani smiled at her, and offered her hand.