She nods a little, it's sensible. Water becomes so much more like a slab of bricks if you hit it wrong. "All right- shall we?" she asks glancing back over the edge of the cliff one more time, then grins widely at the older woman.

There's something so freeing in that jump, the way down to the water feeling somehow much longer than she logically knows it really is. It is a different feeling than the one she gets when she walks a wire or a rooftop, there's a loss of her senses that all rush back at once as soon as she hits the water- feet first, like Diana said- and shoots down into the ocean.