She understood racism, but to Hippolyta it was a more distant, modern matter. In Greece race had been of little importance to them: it was all about nationality. Her people had hated and suspected foreigners of all kinds, no matter what their skin colour. Natural born Athenians were Athenians whether they were black or white.
In Hippolyta's eyes, things had become messy in modern times. Too much judgment on the unimportant idea of skin colour instead of the sensible suspicion of all people foreign-born.
"You take it better than I do," Hippolyta told the young woman. "I don't deal well with people disrespecting me."
She smiled at Kat at the offer of coffee and said, "that'd be nice actually. It's freezing out here and I can take a break."