Diana blows out a slow breath, hand still resting atop the lariat. It begins to glow a soft gold, but she doesn't yet pull it from her hip. She's pretty sure she can reach him from where she's standing. "Let me--"

His warning comes just before she finishes her thought, and she whirls in time to see Filter behind her, phone raised. In the moment it takes her to turn, his camera finger is faster than her; before she's even taken one step, she feels herself floating into the air as well, and something spreading through her hair. A laugh, a few more camera clicks, and the rogue vlogger dashes back into the safety of the alleyway.

Diana narrows her eyes after him, then turns her attention to the equally unfortunate man in the air beside her. Incredulity paints her face. "This place is very strange."