"I would like to see the art here." She knows there are museums, had seen them during her brief wanderings outside, but hasn't yet gone to any. She can only imagine how different artistic sensibilities must be in this world, this time. Her train of thought is derailed by his words, and her brows tick upwards. "Why is that? Do you not want to go home?" She can't imagine wanting to forget Themyscira; it's the most beautiful place in the world.

She thinks on that for a moment, before nodding slowly. "I don't think it's wrong to be happy to see a familiar face. That's just human nature. But I understand what you mean."