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Once Kara got out of the cells and only kind of bolted for the Door, she couldn't get back to the Bar for a few days. She was sort of surprised she missed it, but hey, here it is. Coolness.

First things first - she leaves a long overdue note with Bar.

I turned myself in and did cell time for the fight in the woods. You don't have to, because I worked that out with the girl who took me in, so I'm hoping that you're satisfied with that.

I know it probably won't matter to you, but I am sorry. I hope you're doing okay.

- Supergirl

After that, Kara heads outside to study for Claire's math quiz. One small, blonde, cross-legged levitating girl in an entirely seasonable crop top and shorts is hanging out by the lake as she pours over her mostly borrowed notes.

This, she reflects, would probably be easier if she'd ever taken a test she could remember before that didn't involve hitting things with cars or identifying the silhouettes of weaponry.

Distractions will bring her grade down, but she'll be grateful anyway.

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"Good," Kara says, nodding. This Deitmar guy seems to have a pretty good head on his shoulders.

"And, um...do you want the long or the short version of it? The first one has the mechanics of it, the other is just what I can do."

"Either way," he says, perfectly happy with either option. Curious scientists don't mind a little backstory with their exposition.

"Okay," Kara says, taking a deep breath, "I actually think you might understand the long version, so."

The next few minutes, if she's not stopped, consist of Kara explaining exactly how her body harnesses and uses solar energy, the position and structure of the specialized organs that do the job, and the general gist of her powers and their limits.

There is much listening.

Nope. He's not going to stop her. He can't use this, but it's just basically awesome. Yep! All ears.

"...and that is why I'm not sitting on a giant invisible rock," she concludes, beaming at him. He got through the whole explanation without looking confused! That's just all kinds of awesome.

"It sounds more comfortable." He tries to figure this out. "Do you think more quickly than other people, if you move that much more quickly? And can you hold separate trains of thought?"

"When I'm moving fast," she replies, "Um, my whole body speeds up? It might just look like I'm only superspeeding my hand or something, but my entire body just...goes faster. Especially my nervous system - that always matches my speed. I think normally, too. Relative to myself, I'm always at about the same speed, it's just relative to everything else I'm fast."

"Oh, so that's where," he explains where he guesses it loops back to one of the more complicated aspects of her physiology she described, "comes into play. How interesting."

"Exactly!" Kara bobs cheerfully in the air. "You're really smart, you know that? Most people can't figure that out and...well, that's why I have a short version."

"Thank you," he says, self-deprecatingly. "What's the short version? You say 'superpowers' and then nod several times?"

Kara laughs and nods. "You know what? I like you," she says, like it's just that easy to go throwing around affection. She's starting to think it might actually be like that.

Wesker mentally categorizes her in the category of alien. No, no. Different kind of alien. Something like Suzi, which goes around throwing affection. He metaphorically ducks.

"That's generous of you." It is. It's also wierd, but he can easily call it 'generous.'

That gets a quirked eyebrow, and...yep, more laughter.

"You," she says, eventually, "Are kind of weird. Good weird, but still. Weird!"

He's a bit startled, but it's relatively easy to join someone in humor. That gets a smile, a downward duck of his head to shield his face a little. He actually has heard this from teenaged girls before, only he was around, oh, nine. "You have to have met a lot of people you like here."

Or, let's take the topic thisaway!

"Actually, not so much," she says, and hey, he's smiling! Clearly, good things are afoot.

So she straightens up out of her curve over her books, and throws in a little more beaming. "Kind of one of those mixed situations? Like when you get a bag of mystery candy, and like, some is black licorice and some is blueberry flavored, but you can't tell by looking at them. Like that."

Fortunately, it cannot be told by looking at him that Wesker is thinking 'No, no. Some are.'

"I hadn't thought of it like that," he answers. "I found the bar unsettling, but my world can be viewed as much more mundane."

Wesker clearly doesn't realize that everybody normal talks like that. It's like, a rule.

"Most people's can. This place is crazy, you know? And I'm even used to stuff like this," she says, lacing her fingers behind her neck.

Some days it's just Wesker and his red pen of grammar correction against the world.

"You mean your entire world's like that." . . . wow.

"And the surrounding universe," she says cheerfully, "Also, no matter what you're picturing, I swear to God it gets crazier than that. For serious."