She hasn't enjoyed a meal this much in a while. Mon-El lights up like a Christmas Tree at meeting someone from further afield in space than he's ever heard of--and it makes Kara smile. He's a rough go of it lately, ending up in the infirmary each time he's tried to help. It's good to see him happier. By the time the three of them are finished and Mon-El has to go grudgingly submit himself to a checkup with Eliza, there is barely any food left in the cafeteria. Something that's fairly routine when both Kara and Mon-El are present.

She's smiling to herself a little while they walk back to the ship, distracted by her thoughts so much that when he speaks up, she almost jumps.

"Huh? What--oh, no. No, nothing. Nothing at all!" Uh, huh. The colour rising in her cheeks speaks otherwise, and she can feel it. Firstly, she'd completely misinterpreted the question because her mind had been in the clouds. And secondly--

"Oh. Sorry, I thought you'd asked something else. No, we didn't. His planet is the sister-world of mine, and they didn't get along at all. His pod crashed here a few months ago. I've just been helping him get used to life on this planet."

And they've made great strides since. She runs a hand through her hair, and clears her throat. Maybe she'd best change the subject. Right? Right.

"Have you heard of our worlds, by the way? Krypton and Daxam. They orbited a red dwarf star my people called Rao."