[Diana is still (unsuccessfully) trying to free her feet from the ground when he appears, and she can't help the cool satisfaction that shoots through her when she sees the one who put her in this situation knocked out cold. As soon as Playlist is unconscious, Diana is able to move again, and relief is obvious. She wiggles her toes in her boots, and lifts each leg in turn just to make sure she can. After giving a short huff, she turns her gaze to the masked man in front of her, a wide smile blooming over her face. But there isn't any recognition in her eyes.]
I am, thank you. [Diana's eyes drift to the young woman on the ground.] Her magic must be strong, to snare me like that.
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I am, thank you. [Diana's eyes drift to the young woman on the ground.] Her magic must be strong, to snare me like that.