Kara felt crowded. 

That was what happened when a girl spent most of a lifetime in stasis, then when arriving at a populated planet did her best to be isolated and alone she told herself. Of course she felt crowded, a mixture of her own internal voice and her mother's ever present calming tones. She wasn't crowded, however, and the distinction didn't exactly go unnoticed to the better angels of her logic and reason. Besides, there were other concerns: why the heck did the [b]hew-man[/b] Nightwing sit next to her? Kara was aware of the female that approached and spoke in response, but only just. 

It was uncomfortable. Not that it was their fault. Kara didn't need an AI to know they likely had just as many scars as she had, at least those were the odds. Most happy and adjusted regular people don't jump into suits and fight for a greater good. There'a almost always a stimuli, and it's almost always not a happy one. The cool breeze that came off the top of the San Francisco twilight colored skyline was like a splash of cold water. 

At the mention of training Kara rose a precarious dark brow. She didn't require the mentioned rest. She hadn't slept much since arriving, since that yellow star they called the sun brought an energy to her body and being that she was still just in awe of. [i]The honor?[/i] Idiom, she guessed, "Alice can guide any of them to their rooms. The Tower can be put on lock down, but it was never designed with a 'curfew' mode." 

There was a tone. One that permeated as Barry touched down, prompting a snort of laughter from the Kryptonian, before her head shook and her eyes returned to the two in the cabana with her next to the lengthy pool. "I can program one in," it was a peace offering. She didn't like the idea of a curfew, but that was selfish, and she wasn't afraid to admit it, "admittedly I would likely break any curfew fairly often." 

She muttered something about responsibilities, and left it at that. 

Sanctuary's voice in her head wasn't even a surprise. After the AI finished, it was just amusement at the timing and excitement at the news: Sanctuary had discovered enough evidence to determine with a high probability that Lex Luthor had something to do with Doomsday. It wasn't much, in that there was far less information than Kara would prefer under such circumstances, but it was too much to pass up. She trusted Luthor had twisted intentions, but he wouldn't see her coming, either physically or digitally. "Speaking of breaks, I'll be back shortly."

She had to change. That wouldn't take much time, but Kara still felt a bit odd just zooming around as a blur to do mundane tasks like changing clothes, so it wouldn't be instant. Kara wanted the colors and the cape and the shield when she finally met the human xenophobe Luthor. "Find him, Sanctuary. I don't care if I have to make a scene." Usually the AI would prefer scenarios that didn't require Kara to make much of a spectacle. Outside of flying around Metropolis and Gotham, there had been precious few public sightings of Supergirl. A name given by none other than Lois Lane. 

She was out the cabana and up the dimly lit stairs with a hop, smiling at some of the others who lingered closer to the elevator as she approached, sighing at the frustration of so many lost minutes due to such a pedestrian method of movement as a result of having to wait for the elevator. When she could just fly, and fly fast. Very fast. Neo fast, a mental reference that just made her smile.