Diana had not even stopped to consider which New York City this might be, although she was fairly sure she’d mentioned that. Or perhaps she’d only thought it in her excitement. Either way, the New York City she knew had never had an obnoxious ‘A’ in its skyline, and Diana wasn’t looking for it now. “I don’t think it’s anywhere, really,” she said thoughtfully, and she matched pace with Thor as they chose a direction.
It was familiar and not all at the same time, and the hair on the back of Diana’s neck was prickling. It was what had brought her comment forth. “This hotel seems like it exists in some kind of pocket dimension, but I don’t have the skills or the intelligence to know whether this is another semblance of that pocket dimension, or whether the pocket dimension is touching and thereby open to another dimension.” Diana might have said she didn’t have the intelligence for this, but that was plainly a lie, as she’d managed to summarize such a difficult concept fairly easily. She still didn’t have the training to answer the question, but it was a good question to ask.
Perhaps the key to getting them out of here, if that was what was wanted. “You know New York, right?” She asked, tilting her face up to his. “Where would you go? I didn’t have anywhere specific in mind, if this is even the New York City that I know.” She ran her hand through her hair again, smoothing it back out of her face, and turning her attention back to her feet before she tripped. “I came here for the first time after the War. I couldn’t bear being in London, not after Steve died.” That had faded in the ninety years since, but the wound had been too fresh then.