Diana didn’t mind handshakes, or being handed things. She was handed things all the time, actually; she’d recently begun working toward an archeology degree, rightfully fascinated by the discovery of ancient things. Part of her hoped she might find some evidence of her father, or the Amazons, or any of it, out in the world of Men. That had taken some careful planning, considering that she had no birth certificate and was not registered to any actual country, nor did she intend to be.
She nodded, confirming for him as he repeated her name. Her eyes followed his arms as they crossed, and she wondered about the blue glow in his chest, but she knew better than to ask. That was rude, and Diana tried very hard not to be rude unless she absolutely couldn’t help it. She was distracted from that anyway, as Tony told her the hotel was haunted, and the look that broke over her face was nothing short of understanding.
“Oh,” she said thoughtfully. “Perhaps I was being watched, then.” There had been that strange feeling in her room, a growing sense of unease that had finally chased her out of those four walls and down here to this oddly lit room. And this oddly lit man, come to think of that. She did not seem frightened, though, and she wasn’t. What could a ghost do to her? Oh, they could annoy her to the sun and back, but that wasn’t so bad as what could be done to the humans. Heck.
Diana knew the sound of a coffeepot being done, even a fancy one, and so she busied herself with preparing a cup of coffee. Probably too much sugar, and a little creamer. Darn Steve Trevor for ever showing her ice cream, because this was where it led. Pouring sugar into liquids to make them palatable. “That is a bit of a loaded question,” she explained, but there was a smile on her face while she did. “I was raised on the island of the Amazons, Themyscira. There was not technology there, as I came to find out when I left. But I have been out in the world of Men for decades now, and they have technology.”
And it wasn’t at all a matter of being stupid. Diana could look at this coffeepot and figure out how every little part moving inside it worked, because she’d spent nearly eight hundred years on Themyscira studying every scroll and piece of paper or papyrus or vellum in sight before ever seeing London. It was just that if she broke it, she’d have to find some way to replace it, and unfortunately, knowing how something worked didn’t mean she couldn’t press the button all the way through the becursed thing.
Which was another reason to be glad that Tony had kept the handshake brief and professional; he might have been sturdier than most humans, but unless he was sturdier than most military tanks, Diana could still hurt him with a flick. If she wanted, which of course, she didn’t. “I am not fully an Amazon. Only half,” she continued explaining, because why not? What was Tony going to do to her? And while Steve Trevor had taught her to hide herself out in the world of Men, because they weren’t wholly “ready” for something like her, this was not fully the world of Men anymore.
Was it? “I was fathered by Zeus, and I do not know if anything I inherited might cause trouble with technology as well. There is much I do not know.” Diana’s powers had nothing to do with lightning, per se, but she could refocus energy thrown at her and return it, and that seemed close enough to her.