So far, Diana hadn’t had all that much trouble out of the ghosts of the Crown Plaza Hotel. She had not even yet confirmed for herself that there were ghosts, although the place was certainly quite old and creepy. It had a vibe, as the humans might say. She’d been amongst them since the first World War, and had picked up some few human habits. Very few, given the astounding amount of time she’d lived among them, but they were there.
She rather thought she liked the game room better with the power off, the hulking machines and soft textures quiet in the dimness. It was peaceful, and Diana had stayed, just looking around the room as best she could until she heard someone else’s footsteps behind her. She had not jumped when Tony Stark had surprised her the night before, and she did not jump now.
It would’ve been quite funny if she had, however, because the boy who’d followed behind her seemed much smaller than Tony. He wasn’t actually that much smaller, but rather younger. It was just that Diana was so bad at judging human ages to begin with that the whole thing went somewhat askew. In any case, that didn’t matter. He’d spoken to her, and it was only polite to say something back.
She had turned to face him when he’d spoken, and smiled. “I am,” she said with a nod, and that smile widened. “I’m Diana. I’m afraid I’m quite new here, wherever here actually is.”
Of course, Diana had gotten the same information upon arrival that everyone else had, and so she knew she was at the Crown Plaza Hotel, and had been assigned a room on the second floor. But as for where the Hotel was or why they were here, she had not been given that information. Perhaps the boy had, but if so, he would tell her. Presumably.