She blinked. The transition was so sudden that it nearly gave her whiplash. And for one, brief, hysterical moment, she flashed back to Bete Noire and the way Stark used to change subjects without any warning.

Diana didn't exactly miss him. But she kind of missed the period of her life he'd played a part in.

Shaking her head, she forced herself back to the present. "Uh, I know a couple of places around here that serve food at this hour. I'm happy to play tour guide, if you like. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

It would, perhaps, be prudent to mention her own. But she always hated that. As freeing as it could be, living without the Masquerade, there was always that first reaction. The first couple of seconds when she said she was a vampire and saw either confusion, horror, or fascination in someone's eyes.

Not groovy.