Little weirdo that she was, Diana took far too much pleasure in watching people eat. But at least she had the good sense enough to know it was creepy to stare. She leaned back, one shoulder against the wall, absently tracing the stucco, careful to keep her eyes politely averted, as much as possible.

"Limited options," she remarked.

Obviously it was an exaggeration. It had to be. But she had no way of knowing just how much.

"I was a musician, before I was a librarian. In the city that was before. More of a lover, than a fighter." Of course, she could kick ass. And quite effectively. She just didn't like it.