"Tina Wesson," Diana replied, without so much as a flicker of hesitation. Survivor was one of the few shows that pretty much everyone in the Order could agree on. They watched it religiously, usually tossing in Statler and Waldorf-esque commentary and speculating how the game would work if it was Cainites and Dhampir taking the field.

And yes, they'd played many a game of who would be who within the Order. Everyone had pretty much unanimously agreed that Diana was Tina. She was well-liked by pretty much anyone and more than a few believers thought she'd end up on top one day.

Diana wasn't one.

At least she had a nice ass. And didn't mind Dean checking it out too much. She owned a mirror, she knew what she looked like.

"I'm thinking more experimental theatre, though," she added, carefully climbing back down and putting a hand on his shoulder, mostly so he could feel chivalrous and junk. "And anyone who can kidnap us the way oujia they did obviously can make a camera we can't see, don't you think?"