Diana was stuck in a downwards spiral of shock, from which she wasn't able to escape on her own. Tia almost pulled her out of it, causing her grip to tighten so much that she almost broke the glass her hands had clung to for the past ten minutes. Her gaze wandered over them, seeing the light burns, before she made eye contact with the woman sitting opposite to her. "I'll ... take care of them once I'm back on my ship. It's okay." Diana replied in a rather warm tone, even given the current circumstances.
"I'll take another one, if you order it. Another two, unless you mind." Her voice became less audible with every word, as if she was ashamed to resort to alcohol to cope with what she had seen that day. She tilted her head forward, letting her ginger hair almost cover her entire face before taking a deep breather, followed by the attempt to pull her hair back again. An oblivious person wouldn't notice a change, but she was close to tearing up, resorting to this short break to hopefully swallow it down and keep her composure. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I know you most likely regret taking me to Earhart given how not-well I handled that. Do you know when Kris will be here? He made it sound like he was right behind us, but I haven't seen him since." An attempt was made at continuing the conversation, hoping Tia would focus more on the question than the accusation Diana just made.
Diana instinctively pulled her flight suit's sleeves further down, trying to cover up the burns so she, and others, wouldn't see them. Her flight suit was well cared for, indicating that she either had to replace it often, or that she rarely ever saw physical combat. Further indication for the latter of both options was the lack of a firearm on her belt, but rather a small pouch with hidden contents hanging from where one would usually place their holster.
