Chicago and New York are cities she knows; she'd heard Steve talk about them on their trip to the Front. They were big cities, with a lot of people living in them. 'Uglier than London,' he'd joked. But she doesn't find this city ugly, just different.

"I'm from Themyscira. It looks nothing like this." She doesn't think twice before offering the name of her beloved island. Her companions in the war always gave her strange looks for it, but that never bothered her. She's proud of where she's from, of her people.