His irritation is understandable, and her own is mounting. This isn't the first time she's been caught up by one of these vloggers. Their abilities aren't like anything she's ever seen before, and it's difficult to get a grasp on what, exactly, they can do.

Diana exhales slow, gathering her thoughts, and shakes her head. "It isn't your fault I was slow to react." It shames her, and she has no excuse to make; Antiope had taught her better, would have expected better. She feels more vines creeping through her hair and reaches up, plucking an aster tangled up in some laurels from her head. She smiles a bit, and puts them back in her hair.

She scans the area, looking for anything that might help them. She's still able to move her arms, and she thanks Zeus for that; her earlier encounter with Playlist left a sour taste in her mouth. Her hand hovers over the lariat once more, and its glow intensifies, a soft golden light cutting through the rain. "I could try to pull us back down to the earth, but I need an anchor."