Diana isn't wearing a costume – any costume, not even her own – but despite the jeans and Descendant-branded t-shirt there's the golden glint of her tiara in her hair and the lasso glowing gently at her hip. Her silver bracelets reflect what light there is as she reaches for one of the drinks, considering it for a moment before she turns her attention on the young person standing near by. "Hello."

He looks a little self-conscious, so her smile is warm and gentle and inviting as she holds out her free hand to shake. "Welcome. I don't think we've met – my name is Diana."