"I see. You are not alone in that particular feeling." Diana thinks about the last moment she remembers being in her world; she'd been about to leave London, to try and figure out how to mourn for all the people she had lost in the War. She simply couldn't think in that loud, gray place. And she knows there's a certain irony in her sudden appearance in this loud, slightly less gray and much more modern place. But it's served as a distraction, and she can't help but be a little grateful for it.

She looks out over the city, wondering which way the ocean is. "Have you ever tried sailing? A ship, on the water. It isn't the air, but I've always felt rather free when sailing."