If Diva even registered the underlying meaning between Dean's actions, she didn't show it. Nor was she bothered by sudden shifts in temperament; if there was one thing she was used to when it came to interaction with humans, it was their ever present need to pull when she pushed, to shift away when she touched.

Because she was a Chiropteran, she was special. Treated differently.

"Who are you?" she echoed, tailing the man's question with her own.