Diana has yet to learn her own Arcana, but she does vaguely recognize the pin at his lapel as that of the Magician. She notes it, and then her brows raise slightly at his apology. If she had a free hand, she'd wave him off; she should have been more aware of her surroundings. But before she can say as much, he's offered his help--which turns out to be halting traffic so she may cross the street.

She's a little astounded--and can't help the slight pink that dusts across her cheekbones. Still, she offers a surprised, "Thank you," before continuing on. Diana hadn't expected such aid, but is grateful for it as she's able to make her way to the shop without fear of running into anyone else.

"Diana of Themyscira," she offers, shifting the rugs and furs in her arms. Her gaze falls on the shopkeeper just in the doorway before her attention turns back to the man before her. "Could you take the top few, just so I can see?" She bends her knees as she speaks, keeping everything perfectly balanced but putting some of the rugs in easier reach.