"Suspicious, yes," she agreed. Diana always preferred to give the benefit of the doubt, but she wasn't sure she could afford to be so optimistic in Hell. "But real is good," she continued.

Yeah, still glass-half-full. Nothing to do about that.

She took two painfully slow steps in the direction of the hotel, before pausing. Artemis would be all over her right, now. Don't stop. Don't hesitate. Don't show any fear or weakness, especially in front of strangers.

But Diana was hesitant. She was afraid. And she was weak. There was no getting around that. Which led her to utter the three words that Artemis would absolutely hate the most. "I need help..."