The cowled demon turned its head, and looked up at her.
It saw the pained expression in her eyes, the slight slump of disappointment in her shoulders. Diana was indeed a resource, and communications with Gordon were fragmented.
"Let's keep the circle small," the thing uttered. It stood, looking down at the monitor and touching a button with a gloved hand.
The screen revealed the test results, as the thing in the costume moved to one side so the Amazonian could properly observe.