Of all the things Diana expected to happen next, a young girl coming out of the woods and tossing back the same tree trunk she tossed, all the while screeching, was definitely not at the top of the list. It wasn't even in the top one hundred. Her head snaps up in alarm, but it quickly passes as she mentally assesses the situation.

"Not... in the same way you're thinking." Diana holsters the lasso, walking over to Laura. "Did you just throw that trunk back at me?" She doesn't sound angry, mostly just mystified.