Diana stops and waits, breathing a little ragged from the running. Fleeing for your life was certainly easier when you were well fed and rested.

Her eyes impulsively keep darting around her.

She was a little stunned by Howards tears, true, he'd never been the best emotional stronghold when faced with trauma, nor was anyone else really, but still. She guessed it must have something to do with the other boy, though why Howard would do something so unlike him as to care about someone else's safety Diana has trouble understanding.

But the two had known each other before arriving. And something in the back of Diana's mind flagged something up but she files it away for later.

Diana manages to bite her tongue on making a comment about Howards vulnerable state.

But she can't lie to herself, she just doesn't feel guilty about what happened to Cedric. There is some guilt but that's only because she doesn't feel anything about his death and she knows she should.

Tossing the food over her shoulder into the back seat, she pulls herself into the car and slumps against the backrest.