The smile that lit up Diana's face was a one-hundred-percent-genuine-pinball-machine-smile, her eyes glittering like little lights on a consol. The fact that he wasn't running away screaming was more than she could demand. But the fact that he was willingly touching her after a revelation like that...the fact that he was treating it like an actual allergy or something...

That...

Well, Diana always had a lot more faith in human beings than in her own kind. This was just a great reminder why.

"It's not the most groovy fun you can have, no," she said. "But I appreciate the fact that...well, everyone I've talked to has been kind of cool about it."