Diana had not considered what might have happened if things went so badly that they wound up on opposite sides of an actual fight. She was not the type to be unaware of collateral damage, of the destruction she could wreak when she wanted to. After all, had she not destroyed an entire church steeple once with nothing but her shield and her own body? That alone was more destruction than Diana was truly comfortable with, but it had been unavoidable. So if nothing else, at least no one had to worry that Diana would bring the hotel down around their ears. She was not capable of disregarding others to that level.
She did note his phrasing, the way he said that he’d been alone a long time and hadn’t expected that to change. Past tense, which meant to some degree that it had, and that did not escape Diana’s observation. Still, she said nothing on that subject, and instead smiled at him. “This place has been a gift in many ways. I have been here such a short time, and already I cannot believe I was foolish enough to assume it needed to be stopped.”
And perhaps they might still find that the hotel was the work of some evil entity, but Diana was having more and more trouble believing that as the minutes passed. Perhaps it was a snare meant to trap them here, but even so, life continued outside these walls. This pocket dimension did not seem to affect the outside world, and so Diana was having trouble finding any sort of nefarious plot here at all. What was the point, if none of them had even left their various posts undefended?
Perhaps only to rest, and Diana found that she had not been this content… ever, actually. Not since leaving the island of her birth.