Honestly, she's relieved that he's provided an alternative, and a little ashamed she hadn't thought of it herself. Though the Lasso has only been with her for a short while, she feels as if she was fated to hold it, and the idea of even lending it to someone makes her uncomfortable. Which isn't exactly a healthy mindset, and is something she vows to herself she'll work on--another day.

Her brow smooths, and she nods. "I can be your anchor." There's no hesitation in her voice now; she has no doubt that she'll be able to hold her ground while he pulls himself to the earth. She takes one end of the lariat, and tosses it up to him in a single, smooth motion. Once more, the lasso seems to know the will of its wielder, heading straight for his hands. Diana bends her knees slightly, pressing her heels into the concrete, ready when he is.