[Diana nods, slowly.] Oh, don't mistake me. I fully live up to the lessons I was taught by my mother and the legacy of those who came before me. I just think that said legacy will end with me.

[She says, again matter-of-factly, but with a slightly sad tinge to her voice.] Your parents were farmers, then?

[As she says that, she digs into her thick coat for a small slender metal tube. With a flick of her wrist, it extends into a foot-long metal wand, a double forked prong at the end.] Here. It'll help with the cold. Incendia.

[A little green flame flickers into light at the tip of the wand. Though small, it gives off a nice heat.]