That was the assumption she had come to as well, but it came with an unfortunate amount of implications. If they were willing to attack Themyscira...to attack her home just to possibly get at her...what else would they do? If she was their target then they must've been furious at her narrow escape, and for all she knew that could've made the situation on Themyscira all the more dire. Why, then, was she targeted and who else would come under attack? From the way she noticed Clark's sudden slumping of his shoulders she surmised that they must've had access to artifacts and objects capable of putting them on equal, if not better, footing with both an Amazon and a Kryptonian. That was a harrowing thought. It was bad enough when just [i]one[/i] had said abilities, but this was damn near an army. 

"Speak for yourself," Diana spoke after the mention of her condition, offering a faint smirk as she offered her shoulder for Clark to rest on, "But you might be right. I hate to say it but I don't think this is something we can do alone." 

Plans were forming in her head. She knew how to fight, she knew Themyscira like the back of her hand, and Clark...Superman well...he was Superman. Together they could stand a chance at at lease reclaiming her island. That was her first goal, but she wouldn't be content until she had determined their origins, their plans, and, most importantly, how she could put a stop to it. By the time she was called into another room, she hadn't come up with anything concrete, but in her defense she had much to consider. 

"I wish I had more answers," Diana shook her head at the question, worrying a moment at the almost magical escape that had happened, "From what I remember, there was nothing and then they were upon us. By the time I was notified it was already too late. I'd say teleportation but transporting that number of people that distance...there's questions that need to be answered and Themyscira is our only lead right now." Diana was already removing the hospital bandages from her arm. This was no time to rest, not when they had a chance at understanding this attack. 

"After you nearly fell down back there? I can't trust you to fly me down the hall, much less to Themyscira," Diana got a playful jab in, which was always nice when it was aimed at Clark. "I can handle the journey."