Both brows jerk as Diego tenses as he gives Klaus a hard look, glancing to Lara and back to him. "I get we have a house full but I can't get even a little privacy?!" Rolling his eyes so hard it's likely that he sprained something, not happy about this at all. It means that not only is all privacy bets off, Lara was already known of before she came here. Great. Just great.

Diego knows he has enough trouble maintaining a relationship - ie the one and only one he'd had that had gone three kinds of sideways before the world ending shit happened - without adding this to it. God, he's fucked.

But he gestures for Lara to proceed him. "Obviously he already had your name," he points out. "Besides, I don't remember yelling Lara in a jungle," he adds, knowing that just because he finds more comfort in a surname, his own excluded, doesn't mean that's how most want to be referred to by. "So who else was up there peeking through the window?"