There was an undeniable air of standoffishness around him, so much so that it pushed at her psychic senses. Diana pretended not to be effected by it, the wall built around her mind absorbing the brunt of the empathic energy she would otherwise experience and, in turn, relate to. That was all well and good. Diana did not like being grumpy.
The man approached, though, so clearly he wasn't completely closed off. She glanced down to her writing at his question. Silently, Diana thanked herself for resisting the urge to write her stream of consciousness. That would be awkward if the guy she had just been gawking at took a peek. "Oh, well, I write. I'm a writer. Not here, I mean, but...elsewhere." Which, she was certainly, made complete and total sense. Not.
Flipping the notebook closed, Diana pushed it back into the confines of her bag and stood. She was short compared to him, but Diana was used to looking up at people. "I didn't mean to interrupt you if you're, you know, off to do something. After a long workday you're probably less than interested in socializing, haha."