Diana starts to fill her plate, though she never quite takes her eyes off the single tentacle that has stayed... alert? That's the only way she can think to describe it. While it's a little off-putting, it isn't as if it or Otto have done anything to really alarm her. Advanced technology is still just a little difficult for her to get used to seeing.

Her brows raise a bit, and she finishes loading up her plate before she answers. "I don't know." It's an honest answer. "I've thought about it, but..." She trails off briefly, uncertain how to phrase the next part before finally just settling on the truth. "When I was trained, it was for war. I don't know how to train for anything else." Recreation, or just basic self-defense. It's something she'd have to put a lot of thought into.