As soon as the man said his name, Diana was overcome with a secondary wave of well deserved embarrassment. Of course her cheeks flooded with color again and she rose a gloved hand to pat at her cheeks as she attempted to quell her temperature. "Ah!" she replied, her shoulders wilting a fraction. His face was most certainly something she'd seen featured in Witch Weekly a time or two; not to mention someone whom her father had mentioned on occasion.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Echelon-Arnost," she said, smiling back, frankly relieved that he'd indicated the lack of recognition on her part was not something to be taken as an insult. She took a breath, feeling her heart rate (and embarrassment) settle. "I quite agree, this isn't a place I believe I'd normally be drawn towards." She directed her gaze towards the mobile above them and moved towards the door (and him). Her eyes flickered down to his cane and back up. A small seed of guilt planted itself in the pit of her stomach again as she realized she must have startled him as well with her fit of hysterics. "I don't believe it's one of the shops that are normally here, is it?" Diana had the feeling she would know if it'd been regularly on Diagon Alley seeing as it was a shopping spot she and her family frequented throughout her childhood.