Oh how cute. Diana would have made some sort of sickly comment if she hadn't been so busy seething at Harriman. The temptation was still there to suddenly summon ice shards to impale the blonde as she was making her hasty exit, just to watch Tom's face as Alice died while his attention was elsewhere, but there were other matters to deal with. Like the tables that were hurtling towards them.

She swept a hand in front of her and in its wake a wall of ice formed several feet in front of the Latonas. Tables smashed into the wall sending bits of wood and ice flinging in various directions. With the threat nullified the ice dissipated as quickly as it had formed, melting and returning to water vapour to be called upon when needed once more.

Diana couldn't help but smirk at Harriman and let out a soft series of "tsks" at him as she shook her head. In an unnecessary flourish she twirled one of the frozen daggers in her hand. It wasn't quite time for her to go on the offensive, while the urge to completely rip into Harriman was ever present, there would be time and the satisfaction of demoralizing him for a bit while her brother attacked suited her just fine.