Ever wonder what a Martian looks like when she's been poleaxed? M'gann's expression comes pretty close to answering that question, though she finally remembers to blink and shake her head in an attempt to clear it.
"Y-you're Superman's...Cousin?" He even HAD a cousin? All this time M'gann was convinced that he just had a clone, to share Kryptionian ancestry with. The idea that there's someone else out there who also happens to be a girl is enough to throw her for a loop...Although her stammered words help to edge her mouth back into working order.
"S-sorry, don't mean to be rude. I just never knew he had a cousin. A-a girl cousin," foot in mouth, even without shapeshifting. "I'm sorry I...Didn't know?"
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"Y-you're Superman's...Cousin?" He even HAD a cousin? All this time M'gann was convinced that he just had a clone, to share Kryptionian ancestry with. The idea that there's someone else out there who also happens to be a girl is enough to throw her for a loop...Although her stammered words help to edge her mouth back into working order.
"S-sorry, don't mean to be rude. I just never knew he had a cousin. A-a girl cousin," foot in mouth, even without shapeshifting. "I'm sorry I...Didn't know?"