She spares Darkness a smile as she slips into her own cubicle. "Blunt is the best way to be."

After stripping down her upper half she catches herself in the mirror, her eyes scan the mars across her stomach and she swiftly pulls a shirt over herself.

When Walter comes out, Diana's scrutinizing herself in a mirror provided nearby. Not the clothes, but her face. Touching the skin on her cheeks and under her eyes, catching her fingers in her dark hair. There's a flash of disgust in her features before she spots Walter.

"Ooo, looking good. I like it." Her eyes are flitting between the shirt and jeans, focused on the clothes. "How do the jeans feel?"

She smirks at his pose. "What, are we at an interview? Relax. Move around in them. Give me the full experience. Are you feeling it?"