It was a good thing they both knew it was a joke otherwise, she would've been headed down a terrible lack-of-self-esteem spiral and no one needed that for a lighthearted joke. "Expect the worst and you won't be surprised, huh?" she asked him with a wry smile. "Heather casually. Lifeguard in a situation where superpowers are the only solution." That seemed like a decent compromise.
The witch winked at Steve, ringing up the order. "That... Harry bloke offered so I guess that's a thing they can do. He really felt, mm, overeager?" She wasn't sure. It just felt strange to have people wanting to help now that she'd been changed. It was different when it was Neal. He'd been there from the start. He'd seen her as a regular person, watched the changes fluctuate and destroy every last thing that had made her human, then chose to stick it out with her to find Davis.
Heather's expression was becoming a little darker, losing herself to her thoughts. Her jaw was set and there was an angry sort of aura developing around her. No. Breathe. She had to breathe. She had to keep control of herself, on that thin wire that had developed. She could be awkward and sweet or just angry and no one needed the latter. "Um. I. I'll pick a table," and without much ceremony, she turned to find one with an alright chair for the weird positions she had to sit.