Sif was impossible to miss and though the woman stood freely among the people without fire in her eyes, Diana knew that she was not of this world. Friend or foe had yet to be determined, however. She approached in long strides and stood tall, staring into the eyes of her fellow warrior. Wordlessly, her arm extended, not for a handshake, but for the firm greeting of sword-wielding brethren.
Diana herself was armed, but in a much less obvious way. The long coat she wore hid the golden lariat. Her silver vambraces, intricately detailed, came only into view with the natural pull of her limbs. Silver and the tip of a red star were all that could be seen now, but it would be enough to identify her to a keener eye.