She at least knows where South America is, and wonders idly if she'll ever get to visit it. But there are more pressing matters right now. Diana takes a few steps down the hall before frowning, looking down and lifting one foot so she can look at the strange boots on her feet. They're heavier, like her greaves, but don't seem to perform a similar purpose.

"I think not," she agrees. "But no matter where we are, whoever brought us here and took my armor is going to regret it."