Diana tilts her head up towards the clouds, imagining what an airship might look like as he speaks. What she comes up with is grand, especially when she tries to conceive something as large as a city. It would be beautiful, shining and splendid in the sky. Her eyes shine and her lips widen in a smile. "It sounds amazing. I'd like to see one." It seems like the sort of thing that would exist in this world, this time.

Her smile turns a little sad, and she nods in acknowledgement. "So we are. But at least we are not so alone, now." They know each other, at the very least. Or they will, once they share their names. So she offers: "I am Diana."