At least, Diana reminded herself, there were no corsets this time around. She'd had to wear a good few decades of contraptions worse than this. Not that she had looked forward to a return to the '40s in any capacity.
"You look dashing for a kidnap victim." She offered, exuding the same energy as Arthur did with his bright smile.
Diana nodded, also looking around once again while he did the same. She crossed her arms, smile going a little wry at his question. "Oh, no. I've been trying to make out anything that they're saying but it sounds like far off ambient sound. It almost feels like the faint memory of a party that happened here long ago."