[Once someone has finally explained exactly what a "superhero" is to Diana, everything that's happened in the past six hours or so makes a little bit more sense. What doesn't make sense yet is this little box (cellphone, she reminds herself again), and the multitude of things it can supposedly do.
She's grateful to have met Iron Man (strange names are another part of being a superhero, apparently), since he doesn't seem to have a problem talking her through what to do with this cellphone. She's grateful, but also frustrated. Diana lifts a fallen streetlight with one hand, since the other is carefully cradling the--very breakable--phone.]
I tried, but it will not let me use my name.
[She angles the phone towards him; she's just put "Diana" in the username field, which is obviously taken because there are more than six people in this world.]
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She's grateful to have met Iron Man (strange names are another part of being a superhero, apparently), since he doesn't seem to have a problem talking her through what to do with this cellphone. She's grateful, but also frustrated. Diana lifts a fallen streetlight with one hand, since the other is carefully cradling the--very breakable--phone.]
I tried, but it will not let me use my name.
[She angles the phone towards him; she's just put "Diana" in the username field, which is obviously taken because there are more than six people in this world.]