Indeed, the thing in the costume had heard a heavy footstep approach from a few feet away. A strong, feminine scent filled the air... and he knew the battle-tested princess had come. She had entered the cave from below.
The beast did not stir. It was not out of the realm of possibility that Gordon had sent her for assistance. A deep, cleaning breath silently crept from the mask.
"Diana," the thing uttered in acknowledgment.
It was not a greeting, but simply passing... cold and without emotion. However, if the demon wished to meet any of "the club," it would be Diana.