“Perhaps it was,” she said thoughtfully, and shrugged. Diana also noted that these streets seemed remarkably empty, given their location, and now that they were further into the city proper, she realized they had seen no one. The citizens she’d spoken of and that they’d expressed concern for did not seem to exist. This was something of a prop setting, like a movie, only much more realistic. So it was turning out to be a bit of a good news bad news sort of day for Diana, which was fine.
She let the topic of her previous loneliness fall away, because that was not quite the case now. After all, she’d made friends here, and she’d found Thor. Those were things to be happy about, and so Diana was. Or at least, she was until Thor’s hand was pulled out of hers and he was thrown backward. Diana had not precisely seen the projectile, but she knew an attack when she saw one, and so there was no surprise on her face when she looked back to the street to find aforementioned attackers.
She had never seen a Jotun before, and blinked at the sight of them, and what she felt like was so many. Tall, and blue, and angry, which Diana judged from the attacking rather than the red in their eyes. The women somehow looked angrier, which was something to make note of, but either way, Diana of Themyscira was not going to stand here and be ignored like some damsel while a fight went on quite literally right beside her.
The lamppost idea from earlier reoffered itself and Diana accepted it this time, because this hotel had not seen fit to give her any other sort of weaponry. It took one hand to pull it up out of the concrete, and she broke it into a more manageable size over her knee, tossing the thicker base down at her feet. That done, and as quickly as she could, she hefted it, letting it lay across her shoulder. And then, Zeus bless her, she laughed at them.
“Hi!” She said brightly, going so far as to take a little skipping step sideways, putting herself squarely in their eyeline while Thor got to his feet. She knew he would. After all, she’d thrown him into a tree recently. He was fine. “I’m Diana. I’d like you to try that with me. The humans love baseball, and we are in New York.”
So saying, she skipped back a couple of steps, as if preparing to swing if they threw something. In truth, she had no intentions of attempting to hit anything back at them. She didn’t know what had been thrown. But she could darn well throw the lamp post and follow it with her ownself, and that would be fun.