"Hey, you shit!" She's clearly and visibly amused (regardless of the surprise) at seeing the boy float up from the floor of his own accord, no help from her required. "So you can fly, huh?"
She lets go of his hand, opting instead to cross her arms in mock affront. Shit, she's only met one other who could fly so far. Odds were likely good that there'd be more, she admits to herself, but the thrill of it hasn't diminished.
"Well, you don't look Kryptonian to me," she says, "so I wonder where you picked up a trick like this?" Superboy, of course, being the only other she knows who likes to fly.
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She lets go of his hand, opting instead to cross her arms in mock affront. Shit, she's only met one other who could fly so far. Odds were likely good that there'd be more, she admits to herself, but the thrill of it hasn't diminished.
"Well, you don't look Kryptonian to me," she says, "so I wonder where you picked up a trick like this?" Superboy, of course, being the only other she knows who likes to fly.