"...Mostly, away from there, as of yet.  Haven't actually decided.  Might go home.  This is certainly very much a thing enough that I can justify calling this whatever-this-is quits tonight."

"Ah, you have fulfilled your quota of foes defeated. Very sensible." 

"Not exactly, but close enough.  It's more that you're so out-of-the-ordinary that I --- Hey!  You!"

...That sure looks like a mugging happening in that alleyway.

A nondescriptly-dressed man with a long jagged-edged knife is looming over a exhausted-looking office-worker! The latter is taking out his wallet, slowly in order to avoid provoking violence. 

"Ahem."

Menacing knife guy can find his target has suddenly become an armored figure.  With a sword.

(Not a drawn sword.)

"That really the best use of your time, buddy?"

"Ah, um. That is- Maybe not." He turns and runs. 

The office worker has a dead-eyed 'this may as well happen' look in his eyes. 

"...Hey.  You alright, there?  I know I'd be terrified if I was in your shoes."

"Ah, what, oh yeah. Terrified. Thank you?" He mostly looks exhausted. It is very late at night, after all. 

"It was no trouble, really.  Where are you headed?  Probably can't walk you there myself, because I'm still mortal enough to need sleep too, but if you're spooked out of walking tonight, I can stick around at least until your ride's here."

"It's only another two blocks, I'll be fine. I think. You don't have to walk me there." He honestly does not seem like a fan of the idea at all.

"Alright.  Be safe."

And Diana continues on her walk home.

Her apartment building is as it always is, lights shining from windows in the gloom of the city, the multicoloured glass idol of the apartment-god sitting in pride of place in the lobby, surrounded by wilting flowers and half-empty packages of junk-food. 

She gives a bow to the apartment-god, as she always does.  Thank you for keeping the building safe, friend, and adding your splash of color to this dreary city.

She also puts some loose change down in the god upkeep and community event funding lockbox, which - well, she'll just end up collecting it later, as CEO and locus-point of the "buy the building out as a church" fund, but it's the principle of the thing.  And it serves as prayer.

Really, it's the everyday rituals, graven into your very instincts, that she thinks are the most important of them all.

It's well-established practical theology that money given as a donation does double-duty as a source of essence for the god and also as funding for the god's operations.

The idol won't speak back, but it will glitter pleasingly. This apartment hasn't suffered a single burglary since the buyout, which is impressive given the general state of the city. 

Diana gives the god's representative a smile, and heads up to her room.

(The installation of prayer-token washing machines, instead of coin-operated ones, in the laundry, is paying dividends, in her opinion.)

The interior walls are colorful, they're painted as brightly as the stained glass of the apartment's idol, in a reflection or a refraction of the glass itself that the whole community painted, even if some did only a symbolic brushstroke or three; individual apartments' doors are sometimes painted themselves.  Diana's is a starscape.

(The poor state of the front lobby is partly camouflage, though unfortunately only partly, yet.  She's working on it, though.)