[As her past self and Steve move through the city, she walks along with them, the street fading behind her as they go. A baby!, she exclaims, and she lets out a little, breathless laugh at the way Steve corrals her, exasperated. That one's not made of clay. He hadn't believed her, not yet, but she hadn't been bothered by it. Amazons had been away from the world of men for so long, and their lives and memories were short. She couldn't blame him for not knowing.
A shred of doubt surfaces at Dante's dismissal, but she's a little too overwhelmed by being here to focus on it for too long. Instead, she takes his hand to shake, a greeting she's finally starting to get used to.]
I'm Diana. [She looks again to the pair walking away from them, and smiles a little bit.] But you probably figured that out.
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A shred of doubt surfaces at Dante's dismissal, but she's a little too overwhelmed by being here to focus on it for too long. Instead, she takes his hand to shake, a greeting she's finally starting to get used to.]
I'm Diana. [She looks again to the pair walking away from them, and smiles a little bit.] But you probably figured that out.