"Lady Superb?" The once and present Power Girl blinked girlishly and giggled, overacting her true amusement at the title. Governess Diana Themyscira had sported a fairly unremarkable accent, but this Diana had a distinct English quirk to her voice. An interesting universe would produce a Greek heroine that sounded like she came from a wealthy district of London. It gave her a certain... eroticism to her every word, on top of her already sensual behavior. How delightfully tolerable. "I'm known as Power Girl in my universe... but I could get used to Lady Superb, I think."<br/><br/>Parting her lips to continue their 'discussion,' a loud crash came from behind her, and she turned to see a dazed Witchfire collapse several feet away. There was a blast of heat, and then the air stilled. Kara trotted over to her fallen subordinate, looking down at her blankly for a moment. She took a taste of the air, and as she suspected, that particular scent of magical ingredients, hot skin, and a special brand of perfume that Kara so relished made her certain of it: this was<em>her</em>Witchfire.<br/><br/>Nudging her with a foot and getting little more than a groan, Kara knelt and lifted Rebecca, cradling her in her arms, shaking her gently. "Oi, wake up. There's no time for sleeping."