The lasso's out the moment Joyce grabs the vase. They might not be certain as to what they're up against, but that's not going to stop Diana from being ready to fight.

"You know what this is," she says, half question half statement. Joyce certainly looks as if she knows what this might be. She almost argues with her make a run for it and that she will hold the rear, but she doesn't want to insult Joyce like that. She's got a better idea of what's going on. And if nothing else, Diana's fast enough to get to her if something goes awry. But all the same, "Stay very close to me." Her back is almost pressed up against Joyce's as she inches towards the garage door.

She's constantly scanning the room, waiting for... whatever it is that's in here to leap out and attack. As much as she doesn't want to risk Joyce getting hurt, at the same time she wishes it would come out so she can deal with it already. But whatever it is, it seems content to stay hidden for now. When Diana's within arm's reach of the door, she quickly holsters her lasso and grabs Joyce's elbow. "On three, we go through the door." She's grabbing the handle. "One. Two..." She twists it. "Three!"

Run.