Having Winn on-side means that she continues to have the proverbial heads-up when anything out-of-the-blue pops up--in National City, or elsewhere. She'd been on her way back home with a deadline looming for an article she's only got halfway written and an injured Daxamite crashing on her couch—a full plate already, when the call comes in. Alien craft marooned just off the coast, may or may not be hostile. Great! After the whole ordeal with CADMUS, Kara is actually really looking forward to the prospect of punching someone.

But what her enhanced senses can hear and see before she even arrives on the scene is... odd. She must appear odd in turn, seemingly human, able to fly like it's nothing.

"Sounds like you need a hand." Kara doesn't assume he's human, though she does take a look with her x-ray vision to be sure. From what she can see? Yep. Human. Weird. She hovers overhead, one brow raised in question. No matter how many times she's been burned, trusting others is still her default. Life in J'onn's pessimistic realm of being just isn't for her.

"You just might want to hang onto something, if you're interested."