[She'd seen the young woman earlier faceplanting on the ice, but she'd always gotten back up before Diana could make her way over to lend a hand. So it only seems natural to do so now, even if in a different way. She offers a smile, raising her own glass of mead.]

I am not. I just thought it might be nice to have some company away from the cold. [She gestures to the seat across from her.] I'm Diana. I think I've seen you on my street.