Steve Trevor’s first lesson to Diana had been to hide who she was. In fact, her first introduction had been cut short. “I am Diana, Princess-” and he had interjected, “Prince.” So she had been Diana Prince, and that was fine. She understood that the humans did things differently, and it did make sense that if Themyscira was not to be found by mortals, perhaps she ought not go about announcing herself as Diana, Princess of Themyscira. And she had adapted to that fairly well, in her time since the War.
However, they were clearly in strange circumstances here, and Diana had wanted to know if she was more or less strange than the circumstances they found themselves in, or that Peter had found himself in before. Clearly not, which was somewhat comforting, because she still remembered Steve Trevor’s general shock at her… self.
She giggled again as he joked about her age, and nodded. “I somehow doubt that very much, Mr. Parker. I think no one here is your average everyday human, or else, why are they here at all?” And she had a point, perhaps. Tony Stark was very obviously also not your average human, though he was human in form and physiology, such that she knew. She hadn’t outright asked, because she’d figured out at some point that that wasn’t something to go around asking people.
Also, the vast majority of the answers would be yes and that was boring. “In any case, it seems nice enough here, save for the creepy feeling and the power being out and the dreary weather.” Diana looked pained as she fumbled for something good that had happened so far, other than the two meetings she’d had already. That kind of went without saying. “But we’re inside, and safe, and there are other people. And the weather will be nice again, presumably. That’s what weather does.”