Pride wells in Diana's chest, knowing that their history is not lost to all men. Realizing that Steve Trevor and his companions little idea who the Amazons were had been a great shock, not to mention a disappointment. But after some reflection, she'd realized that her people had been hidden away for thousands of years; men's lives were short, though she'd hoped their memories were longer. It seems that here, they are. "She would be glad to know that her name is not forgotten."

She flashes him a smile, bobbing her head. "It is an honor to share a name with her." And her smile grows a little wider when she adds: "I often think my mother hoped I would take on more of Athena's traits." Ones other than her talents in warfare and, supposedly, stubbornness. "But I think I disappointed her in that."

A slight tilt of her head, as she considers. "I do not know who the King of Atlantis is in my time. It was King Atlan, long ago. But I would like to meet this Namor McKenzie someday, and rekindle our peoples' friendship."