<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>M'gann M'orzz<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Miss Martian<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Remnants of the Justice League<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 21:59<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur Curry/King Orin, Dinah/White Canary, Oliver/Green Arrow<br/><br/>M'gann wanted to facepalm herself upon revealing such privileged information about Conner.  She had been caught up in the moment though, and everyone knew how she tended to rant when she was excited or upset, having been the former this time, so it wasn't so surprising she had spilled the beans about the clone that also happened to be a good friend of hers.  Orin's compliment aside, it didn't do a lot to reassure the martian that she had said too much, but she managed to get her blush under control as she sat up.  She blew out a breath of annoyance and sighed at her own stupidity in this case, before nodding when Orin asked about Conner.  She couldn't deny it now could she?  She could lie of course, but doing so with Orin was tantamount to running around without her green martian form, it just didn't happen.  She breathed a little easier, only a little, when he moved onto Cadmus, and she shook her head at the question regarding if they were still capable of making more.<strong>"I don't believe so.  I don't know for sure, but Conner I believe would have taken care of that possibility for the same reason you're asking.  He's his own person, he's not like Kal-El, I can say that with certainty.  He's been doing a lot of good, but he is a little more pragmatic than Kal was.  He's definitely as strong, if not as experienced, as Superman, but whether that'll be enough I'm not sure, only that I think he'll do the Shield proud if given the chance."</strong>She didn't say why, only that Conner most definitely wasn't as idealistic as the former Superman.  That said, she hoped the emotion she passed through the link reassured Orin that he could be trusted, especially since he had stopped her from crossing a line in his own way a few months ago.  That and she was hoping her possibly slightly biased recommendation would be enough to reassure the King of Atlantis that Kon-El at least was on their side.<br/><br/>She didn't share the finer details regarding the incident with Intergang, only that things had ended well overall despite a few early....complications.  Instead she moved the conversation onward, smiling a little wider as she remembered her most recent stint on stage, despite the fact she had heard at least a hint of menace in Orin's voice regarding certain members of the surviving group of heroes.  She just wanted to enjoy this time to catch up with her honorary Uncle, not talk of the doom and gloom that was possibly coming to Gotham.<strong>"It does feel good to be on stage, as I've stated before I think, and it gives me a way to use what I've been born with in a way I enjoy immensely.  I only use my shapeshifting for my voice and to dress up as I feel comfortable, but I otherwise keep myself as 'mundane' as possible.  That was still enough to get me noticed though, and things kind of exploded from there.  Now I have a small fanbase, I get noticed and allowed into clubs I wouldn't have went near before, and I do live better than I probably have a right under normal circumstances.  On the other hand, there's a comedian ventriloquist that does...kind of the same thing I do, Terry Fator? so I'm not the first professional impersonator, just the first....alien to do it."</strong>She chuckled shyly, and was about to say more, only to turn her gaze onto the Clocktower.  She gasped, remembering Dinah and Oliver were likely waiting for her.  This time she did slap a hand over her face before sending a telepathic message out to the pair of humans waiting in the building not sixty feet away or so.<em>"Hello M'gann!  Sorry you two!  I'm fine, I'm just across the street, talking to my un- I mean Orin, the King of Atlantis.  I'll be there soon, just uh....how did you two get into the hideout?  I'd prefer not to leave Orin outside if you don't mind."</em>