They walked together, the little woman and the giant, muscled man. Her bag swung from her shoulder, bumping against her hip in time with her steps. "Not terribly long, no." Came her casual response, "Just a few days. Yourself?" He seemed fairly well-adjusted. Like her, Diana supposed, though she wondered how much of it was a front just like hers.
The rain didn't bother her so much anymore, now that she was out of that dress. It slid right off her jacket. Water off a duck's back. How similar that was to her attitude about this whole affair, Diana mused silently.