“I may also forget,” she said apologetically, but there was a rueful little smile on her face. “I have spent the last several decades out among the humans, and I think I am assuming everyone is until proven otherwise. And that may not be wise here.” On Earth, in her reality, there were very few individuals like her, or enhanced in other ways. There were quite a lot of magic artifacts lying around from when individuals like her had been common, and that was something of a problem, but generally, Diana was surrounded by normal, everyday humans.
But she would do well to remember that whatever entity or force had pulled them here had considered these humans (and others) along with her, in some way. Her equal, for lack of a better phrase, and that made them potentially dangerous. Kal distracted her from that line of thinking entirely as he informed her that the humans called him Superman, and she giggled, but she was not making fun. “They called me Wonder Woman,” she said, and clapped a hand over her mouth to help with those giggles.
It was a fine enough moniker, and it was not used as much these days; she was unknown, and liked it that way. “Mysterious female” was about as well as the news had pinned her so far, but immediately following the war, the soldiers she had saved had wanted a better name for her than just Diana. And so they had given her one. It seemed they liked doing that. “My armor only helps keep me safe, but perhaps it has that function as well. When I have people to keep safe.”
And she would. After all, she had told Kal she would try, and she never went back on her word.