The way he looked away didn't go unnoticed. Diana would have to make a point of figuring out where that sudden shyness came from, at some point. You know, when she wasn't struggling to stay vertical.

There was time.

Probably an eternity, although Diana didn't really have a sense of how much people could or would interact in Hell. Or how big this place was. Surely, it didn't hold all the souls of the damned. Maybe this was just a particular circle?

She tried to remember her Dante, but it was a little too much right now.

Better to focus on the nice boy helping her, for the time being. "Kavinsky," she repeated. "Is that...Russian?" She smiled just barely. "I'm Diana. Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in, 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...'"