For some reason, being told what to do by him did not sit well with her and she didn't know why. It was highly uncharacteristic for Diana to be even the teensiest bit defiant and the look she shot Will when he swore was a chastising one. "No!" she said again, her voice louder this time. "I don't have a death wish, Will." With the way he was treating her it was as if she was just someone to be taken care of and codddled; nothing more than a nettling sibling.

Or did he think her just an obstacle unable to take care of herself that she just needed to be directed to sit and stay? Nevermind the fact that she'd already proven she was more trouble than help multiple times throughout the day. It would behoove her to stop while she was still unharmed, given her track record, but apparently she wasn't thinking straight. "I'm fine to help, I promise!" she beseeched, this time establishing contact with him herself and grabbing his hand. "Please, Will let me help."