Accepting the bottle, Kara gripped it by the neck. Instead of popping the top and sipping, she twirled it about between her fingers as a schoolkid might have with a pencil. She carved intricate patterns in the air, barely even thinking about it as she glanced sidelong at her companion, who was deep in her craft. Kara had always enjoyed the particular calm that fell over Becca when she fell into her magical focus. She had control over things Kara could scarcely sense, much less understand or control for herself. In many ways, Witchfire represented the gravest threat to Kara the Ultimate that existed in the verses... and that was one of similarly many reasons to keep her so close. She stayed the bottle, holding it before her in one hand, and flicked the top half of the neck cleanly off. It was as if a laser had cut through the glass. Of course, Kara could have used her heat vision as well, but where was the craft in that?<br/><br/>They entered the eerily familiar office of Lex Luthor, a place she had spent much time in her own universe. She smiled at him... and his keen attention told her immediately that he had never seen a Kryptonian smile in quite that way before. There was business to be done.