Diana, of all of them other than Clark, seemed to be taking Bruce's production hard. Her brow briefly furrowed and she stood up, winding her lasso and putting it away.
"Gentlemen," she acknowledged the three remaining men. "I have business I need to attend to." Unless anyone stopped her, she'd make her way to the jet.
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