She let that sink in for a moment. "Jack Frost. I've heard of you. Or, perhaps, a version of you." The fact that he'd said pulled over certainly meant that she hadn't just been shunted across the globe.

She'd been shunted across realities.

A good-humoured smile graced Diana's face, though. "Funny. Most already say that I am a woman born of myth and magic. Here I am once more, another world, and a myth again." She took her lasso and gracefully reattached it to her golden girdle. "I suppose you'll want further questions to wait until the rest of us who have been brought here are gathered together?" She understood how these things worked, for the most part.