Danny let out a hearty chuckle at that. "I'm probably not, when you're from. I tried to figure out how old I'd be around the time you're from, but..." He shrugs helplessly. He didn't want to say it. 'Comic time'. "I saw a picture. I have a beard. Been thinking about doing something like that now." Sure, it would take a little longer for the 19-year-old Danny to grow it than the whatever-year-old-Danny, but it might at least get people to believe he was legal.
Of course, the fact that Danny seemed a little older than his stated age was something. The deaths had taken a toll, and those coupled with his acceptance of Ghost Rider and recent return from heavily antisocial behavior had matured him a little bit. "Sounds good to me." He made a mental note to keep an eye out for anyone eying them too intently, or any sign of black eyes. Last thing he needed was for Jessica to get possessed. Then he scooted up on the seat a little and nodded towards the back. She'd have ample room, by motorcycle standards.