She was so...girly. No, no, wrong term. Bubbly? Energetic? Exuberant? Nonchalant? All of the above? 

The self-proclaimed Kryptonian was difficult to pin down in terms of personality, but at least from what Clark could tell, she posed no threat. 
"Wait just a second." He held up his index finger. 
"Shouldn't I be the one asking the questions? Seeing as you were the one who just...materialized out of thin air?" The tone of his questions came out a bit more confrontational than he had wanted, so he quickly added:
"Sorry, didn't mean to sound so agitated, but to think that there's someone else like me that-" He motioned to her costume.
"That even dresses like me is sort of disorienting." With an apologetic chuckle, he gave into her question:
"I can't exactly just throw details about my life onto the table before I know that we actually share the same blood. And since I assume you can't speak Kryptonian(I can barely manage myself), I'll just say that I crashed here on Earth in a pod in the middle of the country. Raised by ordinary people and I came to Metropolis to make a difference. How did YOU get here? I assume that you arrived in similar fashion? If so, how have you kept such a low profile until now?"