<div class="floatleft">(http://nerdreactor.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/supergirl-falling-ep-photo-bySonja-Flemming-CBS.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Zor-El<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Justice Academy?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hal, Starfire, Vic, Mention's Clark<br/><strong>Note:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Kara blinked, feeling herself embraced by the woman once more. Her people were not the type to embrace each other so freely, perhaps it was different on this Princesses planet? Or perhaps because she was royalty, she was not refused such invasions of personal space? The hug was warm though, and it reminded her that there was someone who wasn't demanding answers from her in this moment.<br/><br/>As Victor began to talk about the obvious answers of why some were dressed more modestly than the Princess, Kara looked to Hal. He had looked so dejected when told there would be no, alcohol? What was that? She didn't understand, would drinking it inhibit him? Was it an intoxicant of some sort?<br/><br/>"I am wearing this because travel in space is cold, and my pod would only keep me so warm...until my descent on Earth..." She tried joining in on the conversation, "On Krypton we wear...I mean...we wore beautiful robes and magnificent pieces of armor. The Thinker guild did at least. It suited our needs best..."<br/><br/>Her words trailed off, talking about home hurt too much right now, and if she wasn't ready to share this with a man who was supposedly Kal-El then why would she share it with strangers? Maybe because they weren't demanding answers? They weren't expecting it? As they approached the dining hall Kara inhaled the delicious scent of food. At least, she hoped it was food. It all smelled different, more enticing than the food on Krypton. Or maybe it was because she'd been stasis for so long?<br/>