Diana had spoken to anyone that would speak to her about the hotel, and its reasons for keeping them here. Anyone’s reasons for keeping them here, really. She’d even gone so far as to ask Thor if young Peter Parker had had those sorts of powers, because he had mentioned Thor to her during a foosball game and he had appeared shortly thereafter. There had been a delay, so much so that Diana had all but forgotten that Peter had mentioned him at all, but it had certainly been something to consider.
The point was, she had heard all sorts of things, and none of them sounded “right”. Of course, any one of them could have been, and she had, for a time, thought Thor’s idea had been the wisest she’d heard. The ghosts weren’t actually ghosts, but manifestations of their own trauma and pain. John Constantine had disabused her of that notion, but it had been an interesting concept nonetheless.
“Indeed. I think we shall simply have to wait out our captivity and hope we are provided with an answer or two along the way,” she said, and shrugged. She seemed fairly unconcerned about this, and it made sense that she would be; this place was not as dangerous for Diana as it was for her human counterparts, and while John had warned her that this place could be dangerous and people had died here, Diana was rather hardier than most.