It had been weeks, perhaps a month or more since Diana had been in Los Angeles, and yet the arrival of another powered individual startled her. Immediately, her logic reminded her that in a small space of time, many newcomers could have arrived. Still, she had dropped her hand from the communicator and rested it atop her lasso without even realizing it. After all, it would be an individual she did not recognize.
Knowing her stance could be interpreted as dangerous, Diana straightened her posture some and gave the newcomer the same respectful look as he was according her. As she did, she noted a familiar resemblance, as if he was an older version of someone she knew. Or he could be from my future, she added ruefully, again frustrated by the nature of this Earth.
"I am attempting to reach my companions," Diana answered, in the tones of a diplomat. Anyone new could be an ally. It was in her nature to believe the best of humanity first. "I am afraid I do not know who your son is, or if he is among their number." She did not hold out a hand, since that was a greeting only to a few cultures, but she added, "I am Princess Diana of Themyscira, known here as Wonder Woman."