Diana would be cautious with the other residents of the hotel; Tony had told her on her first night that her mileage would vary in terms of how they got along, when Diana had asked him if she would need to fight. Not that that meant there would be peace, as he’d also informed her. This place was so strange, and yet Diana could not find it in herself to say that she was unhappy, or in any particular hurry to get back to her life. What life, really? And she’d been informed that some semblance of her was still living that life while she was here, so genuinely, no harm done. Heck, maybe the simulacrum would do a better job and Diana could take a vacation. Except she was kind of already on one, which brought her focus back to the conversation and another sip of vodka.
She had fallen somewhat silent as she listened, and more importantly, watched. Many people assumed that Diana’s friendly, open nature and tendency to chatter (when appropriate) meant that she was a fool, or gullible. And it was true that Diana tended to see the best in people, but that did not make her foolish. This information would be remembered, stored away and thought about from every angle that Diana could examine it until she was satisfied. It was one of the reasons she struggled so much to leave this place as it was, to not pull on threads or poke holes in things. Diana had never met a mystery she didn’t want to solve, but solving this one put lives on the line that were not only her own. A new and interesting form of torture, perhaps?
She remained silent as she took in Natasha’s salute; she knew what it was, without asking. Diana’s first experience of humanity had been during the worst of World War I, and she understood the gestures of comrades in battle. More than family, then; they’d had each other’s backs on unknown battlefields and come out of the excursions alive. Or so Diana assumed, since both Thor and Natasha were present. It appeared that Diana owed Natasha a debt, of sorts, for without her and the rest of his companions, would he have been here for Diana to have met? Diana had already resolved to keep an eye out in case Tony Stark needed assistance, as the first person she’d met here, and she added Natasha to that list as well. Neither of them needed to know.
“Not as such. Constantine is from my world, but we were colleagues more than close friends. I respect and like him very much, but I would not call him a support system.” This was not any sort of admonishment or judgement; it was just that she and Constantine interacted most when there was danger afoot or a job to be done, which hardly qualified either for close friend status. A good man, though, and true. Diana liked him. More than she could say for most humans, though now that she considered it, she’d never asked John if he was human. Anyway, Natasha had asked her a question. “Dick Grayson is from my world, but I have not met him outside this place yet. Kal, as well. And there is some kinship in coming from the same place. I believe they do.”
There had been evidence so far. Dick Grayson had come right out and announced that he knew her, had been somewhat floored that she hadn’t, in Diana’s estimation. Neither she nor Kal knew each other, but Dick Grayson had put that together for them as well. She’d known Constantine before she’d come here, obviously. Otherwise, all were strangers to her, but that didn’t bother Diana. Strangers were only chances at new friends, and nevermind that sometimes strangers were also chances to be shot.
There had not been casinos on Themyscira, but privately Diana thought they’d have done well to put one in. Amazons did so love a gamble, apparently.