Kara eyed the arrivals as they seemed to pop in from thin air. She wondered idly what might happen if someone popped in where someone else was already standing. Several familiar faces... and several more new ones. Diana in particular was intriguing... Not only was she alive and well, but she was rather exposed and clearly recovering from sexual arousal. Rather different from the ice queen Kara had known in her own universe. Eyeing the rest of them in turn, she found no immediate value in their presence. The fact that they were all here at the same time and all from apparently different places screamed that there was purpose behind it, but for the moment, that purpose was unknown. There would almost certainly be clues somewhere around the Watchtower.<br/><br/>A stench had annoyed her for the last several seconds, and looking down, she realized that the gore adorning her outfit had been there for several hours at this point and was beginning to reek. Or maybe it already had been reeking, and she was only able to discern it now, in this cold, sterile environment. Shrugging, she gripped her costume by the front of it and tore it off in a smooth movement, leaving her bare, but still quite covered in blood. Kara felt a twinge in her nethers as she realized her clean areas were a perfect representation of her uniform.<br/><br/>Casting the uniform aside, she addressed the station. "Watchtower, dispatch sanitation units." If all was as she suspected, this universe would have startlingly parallel technology to her own, despite many events coming about in different fashions. In her experience, the multiverse had quite a bizarre aptitude for keeping things parallel, to a point. Several small droids appeared from the walls at her command, cleaning up the mess she had left behind. A gynoid entered from an adjacent room, carrying what appeared to be a fresh uniform over its arm, along with a warm, moist towel. It stopped before her, seeming to offer its services, and as Kara nodded to it, it began to gently use the towel to wipe her clean... quite thoroughly. It then proceeded to dress her, straighten the garment, and correct the arrangement of Kara's hair. It left the room afterwards, all without saying a word.<br/><br/>Kara adjusted her considerable chest within her fresh and startlingly identical uniform before crossing her arms under her bosom and gazing once again at her apparent companions. For the moment, she decided it was best to play down her nature, and appear neutral for the time being. "Well, then," she said. "Any ideas?"