Fred's brows furrowed. She knew that look, or could interpret it anyway. Something had gotten to her favorite heroine, besides Cordelia of course. Something that required help, and a friend named Bruce...
"Well, it's about damn time." She looked at Dinah a moment, then blinked. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to say that out loud. Or I did. It doesn't matter. I am sorry, but your suit always made me worry. You're great, fantastic, even taught me some tricks, but I always worried. So, yes, yes. I'll help. We should probably just get tacos and drinks and find your friend, unless you had a meeting to do this that you already planned."
It wasn't that Fred shifted from sad to happy all in one, and she didn't like that something probably very life threatening had happened to her friend. Yet, this was a helpful distraction, one Fred needed.