She had not meant to wake Thor, nor turn the conversation to such that would keep him awake, but despite all her power, she was no time traveler or wizard. She couldn’t undo what she’d already done, and so there was nothing to do but crawl out of bed and dress. Diana was naturally fairly quiet and graceful, but she still didn’t want to go about opening and closing drawers and waking up her roommate.
Diana had had a drink earlier with Natasha, a new friend, and following that, she had simply slipped out of her pants and retired with a book until she’d finished it, at which point the ceiling staring had begun. It was easy to grab the pants she’d left at the foot of the bed, and take her sandals in her hands; they would need to be laced, and she did that in the hallway.
So it was that Diana came down from the second floor of the Crown Plaza in gladiator sandals, as the humans called them, wide-legged black pants that all but floated around her long legs, and the same cropped red tee shirt she’d been wearing earlier. She had left the fabric belt that held up the pants, but she hadn’t really needed that accessory.
The ghosts did not trouble Diana overmuch, because unlike most people in this hotel, there was only one that truly haunted her. She saw plenty of them, some faces she knew and some she didn’t, but only one that bothered her. Steve. Of course. She appreciated Thor’s warning text anyway, because she did not know what tricks this hotel might play on her.
“None. There is only one that troubles me, and I will not be fooled by a trick version.” Diana shrugged, and left the tale at that; for some reason, she did not want to talk to Thor about Steve Trevor. Perhaps she was simply, finally, moving on.
The conversation they’d had had been heavy, and so Diana did what she wished she could have done in the first place, and swept Thor into a hug, her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. Diana was nearly six feet to begin with, and so she could reach him easily. “I wanted to do this earlier, but we were in bed.” She explained, and then she let go, because she’d realized what she’d said. “Separate beds. Our own beds. Shall we?”