She's dressed with enough care for the occasion that he'd thought she might make the most of such an opportunity, especially given the stresses they'd all undergone in recent weeks, but perhaps it is just her nature to be beautiful, or her expectations for the occasions had not met with reality.

(Or perhaps she'd had someone insist on assisting her the way Hilda had done so with his clothing, but Altaïr suspects Diana is much more capable when it comes to such matters.)

Either way, he's not bothered by the interruption. His writing can wait. He sets down his pen, regarding her with a somber expression as well as a trace of empathy. "You're troubled." He pauses for a moment and takes a guess. "It was strange to follow a gruesome event with such a carefree occasion. Though apparently not strange to all."