Diane was quiet as the news mentioned the deaths of the children in the area and then everyone started to get all riled up. Just her luck that she'd chosen the one night hunters of all kinds were just randomly showing up at the bar. She listened to Michael's quiet speech, agreeing with him completely, and then Jason's awkward apology. That guy was too hot in the head and likely to get someone killed – if they did all end up working together, they were gonna have to watch him.<br/><br/>After the other woman's proclamation of wanting to get drunk and nothing more, Diane turned around to face the rest of the group. She was small, much smaller than all of them now she thought about it, but it didn't bother her. Biting her lip softly, she looked at each of them in turn and then gathered up her things.<br/><br/>When she spoke, her voice was light, as if they were doing nothing more than talking about going for a walk – her accent falling back into its slow honey drip. "It's pretty obvious that<em>somethin'</em>brought us here all together. Be it the killin's or somethin' else. And while some of us may wanna run in guns blazin'," she gave Jason a pointed look, softening it with a small smile, "I'm in agreement with him." She gestured at the guy who'd spoken and gave him a wry grin. "So, I say we go sit in a dark corner like the obviously conspicuous group that we are and wait for Otis to show up. And I say we compare notes meanwhile, see if we can solve this thin' any faster."<br/><br/>She stood up and shrugged her shoulders, feeling all of twelve years old for how small they made her look. "Well?"