Honestly, he sounds like he's taking this a lot more in stride than she is, and that unsettles her. She though she'd acclimated to the world of men fairly quickly after leaving Themyscira, but this place is... a whole other beast, to be honest. A dozen questions spring to mind, about how he's handling this so well, about what a home in this place looks like, but she sticks to one that rises to the surface of her thoughts: "Please, join me. What is an airship?" She can imagine, from the name, that it's something like an airplane. But it's an easier question to ask than the others.

Diana glances down at herself, at her armor, this piece of home she's managed to keep with her. It grounds her, anchors her. She tilts her head, searching through her memory for the name, but shakes her head, sadness pulling at her face. "I haven't, I'm sorry." A beat passes, and she volleys back: "Have you heard of Themyscira?"