The only reason Danny even knew about the other Ghost Rider was because of the stuff he'd read, and when he'd watched that horrible Ghost Rider movie. He couldn't say he was currently a huge fan of Blaze, even if it was irrational and not really Blaze's fault. He'd have a few words to say to Johnny or, worse, their demon-dealing mother Naomi if either of them ever showed up here. They wouldn't be kind words.
He spotted the bag, but didn't ask. After the blunt answers his on-again off-again girlfriend Stacy had given him when they were first dating, he had a personal rule never to ask a woman what was in her bag. "Yup, that'd be me," he smiled, approaching casually. "The other one's not here, as far as I can tell." His tone made it pretty obvious this didn't bug him. He wasn't sure how much she knew about the Ghost Riders, so he figured he'd let her know that his demon-possessed older brother wasn't around.
He didn't notice the fancy phone. So many people in this time had them, he'd stopped taking notice of them.