Her eyes widened in alarm. "No, no hospital," she said, just barely managing to separate the words out, so it didn't sound like 'nonohospital.' She took a deep, shaking breath, before she managed a small smile. "I'll be okay," she said. And physically, it was probably true, assuming she found something to eat.

Psychologically was a whole other story. Diana would have to test her powers of repression at some point later.

Preferably alone, in a nice hotel room. Or at least a not-too-shitty one.

"I just..." She didn't want to lean on him. It was important to avoid letting her blood get into his system in anyway. After a few moments of indecision, she reached for his elbow. If she could just tuck her hand there, maybe she wouldn't fall ass over teakettle. "Thank you," she said, staring at him with a genuine look of sincerity. "I don't even know your name."