She took in the city’s skyline, the bridges, the quays, remembering the beauty of Themyscira with a pang - and fresh determination. War had done this to this city. Once Ares was dead, it would become habitable again. “It’s hideous,” she said bluntly.
Mildly amused, appreciative of her frankness, Steve took in Whitehall - the Houses of Parliament- and St.Paul’s Cathedral. It would be difficuld for her to comprehend the sense of relief this skyline engendered in him. She had lived in an untouched Eden. But for him, this had pretty much become home - if a spy in the middle of a war actually had home. A home base, then. Same for her, since she couldn’t return to Themyscira. She must be going through six hundreds kinds of culture shock. She had stepped into this world of her own volition, but it had to be hard for her to deal with. He felt for her.