After spending the time in Angel's dream, Fred needed to find a place to clear her head. One of the pluses of being a ghost was that not everyone could see her and she could disappear from view pretty easily. She half-heartedly searched for Wesley, but when she didn't find him at first she backed out of the search. Part of her was nervous to see him even if she desperately wanted to know that he was okay.
There was the option to go check in with Tony and see how she could be of any use to him when technically it was going to be hard since she couldn't be hands on, but Fred wanted to work a few things out in herself before she began working with the Stark genius. It figured that she would have the opportunity to work with him after she was already dead.
Most of the others were busy working through the latest tragedy or bump in the road, so Fred decided to go to the only other place she could think to go. While Destiny may have been a stranger, she had been the one person to realize where she'd been for the last couple of years or however long it had been since she'd been dead. There was a fear in finding out more about what that meant, what her new path was, but like she'd said once upon a time. It was just another word for inevitable and you just needed to stand up, look it in the eye and say you're evitable.
That was a lot harder to believe nowadays. Death had a funny way of making things seem inevitable.
Appearing in front of the gypsy, Fred looked around the place and was a little surprised at how elaborate the set up was. She smiled a bit nervously and shrugged. "It's okay. I was always more of a coffee drinker anyway. Addicted to the caffeine and all."
She cleared her throat and steadied her gaze on Destiny. What was there to be worried about? What was the worst that could happen? She was already dead and there was no reason to beat around the bush. "Am I always going to be full of static?"