Becca took another swallow of the hot tea, and cleared her throat. "Now, my mother told me the one thing I could never do for a living was play poker. So why start now, I don't have to be clairvoyant to tell your hand sucks, Mr. Luthor." She arched an eyebrow and continued, "you don't know how many of us were yanked out of our own universes, you don't know where we've all gone."<br/><br/>"Further more," she continued, "given that the entirety of the Justice League was wiped out, by something unknown at least to us, that something has caused the entirety of Gotham city's populace to have evacuated or gone missing, and that there is a new player in the middle east with some serious fire power, I can deduce that either you do indeed have all your contemporaries under control, and you are responsible for all the above or know who or what is, and mind you if that is the case I'd be personally interested in knowing myself, or," she paused and took another sip of tea, "you're bluffing."<br/><br/>"I find Occam's Razor really fucking boring, Sir. But it would suggest you're bluffing, and I don't particularly see how, given the state of things, you would so quickly turn down an offer of help from one as powerful as Kara," she paused, "and then so graciously offer to help get us home, when it would appear you gain nothing by doing so."