Ah, her /sincerest/ apologies. She tends to forget just how harsh the aftershock of such speed can be. Even the slightest increase of force would’ve left a crater. How fortunate she’d been so - carefree.

Her favorite aspect of the aftermath of her work? The /silence/. One of a city holding its breath in fear of what happened - and what’s to come. She’s had her fun for the evening and is relishing in it. There /should/ be no need to expect any sort of disturbance. For now.

It’s a silence that the Kryptonian knows is hers. But she has a fleeting thought - and it is /fleeting/ - as to what the Luthor hoped to accomplish by being in the thick of all the devastation. And what has the scientist suddenly so inspired. Again, it is fleeting.

Let’s just say that of those who have - most don’t tend to stay that way. Rarer still, was it for her to lead with a conversation at all. If it’s /her/ display that has caused such inspiration, then she expects something no less to its magnitude. Whatever /that/ may be.

These are very bold words considering how her running a simple errand resulted in such devastation. But she welcomes the change in scenery. And to see a /human/ attempt it - much less attempt to compare to /her/. Though she will be a harsh judge; being not so easily impressed.

Need she remind her that she doesn’t /ask/ for anything. But by all means, /do/ tell. It is clear that the curiosity is enough to garner the god’s attention - it would be /rude/ not to share, now.

Though it seems /she/ isn’t the one who has trouble sharing. She won’t be pleased if all she’s left with are scraps. Luckily, there will always be more than enough /fools/ to go around. And that /tiresome/ hope of theirs that always manages to slip through the cracks.

she doesn't sleep she's waging a war on the weak she's opened the door to your dreams and turned them into nightmares a life she's gonna keep