It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience to have a shotgun and a revolver pointed straight at her, but somehow, Diana managed not to wet her pants. She put her hands in the air, unsure if it would placate the two men, and swallowed back a lump that had formed in her throat. [i]Their[/i] house? No one had been in here for days before she decided to take up residence! Annoyed as she was, she couldn't find enough breath to retort to Liam. His tone of voice was short and angry, and there were still a couple of guns that would do more than the job in case either of them decided to paint the walls red. 

Finally words tumbled out as Diana eyed the revolver and then the shotgun. "Ran out of supplies, and someone broke my window back home. I had to wander, I don't have much to defend myself with... and this looked like the most in-tact place there was. Can you please lower those? I'm close enough to cardiac arrest that you don't have to waste ammo on me." She wasn't quite sure if cardiac arrest was looming, but it sure felt like [i]something[/i] was wrong. 

"Can I just go back up and get my stuff? I was going to be on my way soon anyway." That was a complete lie. It didn't show.