She had not expected comfort, and in fact, Steve Trevor and Thor were so very far apart as subjects in her mind that it did not occur to her that Thor might want that she shouldn’t be sad. Diana had studied every scroll and vellum and parchment on Themyscira for nearly eight hundred years, but none of those had explained feelings to her. As if that didn’t just figure, really. In any case, there was something wrong here, and it seemed Thor felt it too, because he came to a stop and cautioned her to do the same.
And while caution was not really worked into Diana’s makeup, she stopped anyway, because he did. Diana blinked as Thor told her which two landmarks he’d be looking for, and she knew with absolute certainty that neither of those places existed in her New York City. Which meant unequivocally that she and Thor were not from the same universe. That put paid to that, then, which she supposed was nice to know.
It wasn’t as if it mattered, because she would forget him (and all of them) when she left here. But then none of that mattered at all, because Thor sounded more serious than she’d ever heard, save for when he was speaking of the traumas and horrors he’d suffered in his life. Once again, Diana was reminded that neither Zeus nor Hippolyta had left her with cowardice in her soul, but what she wouldn’t have given for at least her shield.
Nope, here she was instead, on a sunny morning in maybe-fake New York City, in leggings and a flowing tank top and sparkling cardigan, and sneakers, for the love of Hermes, and absolutely no weaponry of any kind unless she ripped a lamppost out of the ground. “That might indeed be wise,” she said softly, thoughtfully, and she was in fact staring contemplatively at a nearby lightpost as she stood up just a little straighter, situated her feet in case she had to take a hit.
These were things she did without thinking, the superhero equivalent of ‘squaring up’, and Diana didn’t even realize she was doing it. There was a shriek from somewhere deeper in the city, whether animal or human or something else entirely Diana could not say, and if she’d had a sword, she’d have drawn it as she looked over at him. “I don’t think we’re in New York at all, Toto.” And then she giggled, because Wizard of Oz was one movie she had seen.