Clearly, she has to make it as awkward as possible as he climbed over her side to get in his seat. Stretching out on her seat enough that he couldn’t pass without that physical contact he hated so much.

As they drive, Diana adopts her usual travelling position of resting her chin on her palm and watching out of the window. She catches him looking and smiles teasingly; puckering her lips and blowing an air kiss his way. Always too easy and too fun.

She turns back to the window and closes her eyes for a moment, trying to recalling something other than nausea and panic from the fall.

Her eyes open and Diana takes her cheek off her hand. “Towards the cliffs.” She looks at him expectantly. “Still got the map?”