It was here that Diana’s arrogance showed itself in some small way; she did not jump when Tony asked her about coffee, and she had not seen him when she’d first come into the ballroom. She should’ve jumped, and any human would have… but Diana was not human, and had never been. She was a daughter of Zeus and had defeated the God of War in single combat, and she did not jump when humans popped up unexpectedly.
She had barely had time to consider whether she did want coffee before he asked whether she’d prefer an explanation, and she realized her outright confusion was written all over her face. Of course it was; she had been cursed with an open, expressive face. “Heck,” she said, with such venom that it might as well have been a cussword, and that was written across her face as well, but it cleared up quickly enough, and the reason for it was explained. “I was very much hoping this was a dream, but I suppose I’m out of luck.”
Diana made her way across the ballroom to the convenient little coffee corner, and nodded. “I think both, actually.” She did not seem alarmed, for all that this was an alarming situation, but then, she’d seen some things in her long life. So far, the worst thing that had happened to her here was a case of the shivers and someone asking if she wanted coffee. It wasn’t exactly the worst thing that had ever happened to her.
She wasn’t one to be waited on, despite her status as a Princess (amongst other things), and so she turned to the task of making herself a cup of coffee, though she did need Tony’s help. She was not stupid nor slow, and had adapted fairly well to the technological advancements of the world of Men since the end of the war, but that didn’t mean she knew how to work this particular piece of technology. And she’d broken more than a few in her time, no matter how careful she was.