Diana mouths flying cars to herself, deciding that the ingenuity of men must have no bounds. Would her world ever have marvels like this one does? She's drawn from those thoughts by the mention of mountains floating in the skies, and her dark eyes go wide. "That sounds like something out of a story." Or like somewhere gods might live. Are there gods in his world, living ones? She swallows the question down before she can ask. She's seen how uncomfortable that kind of question makes some of the people here, and she's doing her best to respect mortal sentiments.

"I'm glad to meet you, Balthier." And what he's said is already proving true; her loneliness has receded a little just from these few exchanged words. She's grateful for his company. And it lets her feel comfortable admitting: "You're right. This place is very strange. I don't know if I can get used to it all." She waves a hand out towards the city before them, all metal and neon and harsh edges, so unlike her home.