“you don’t look like it. but real trouble never does.” carol doesn’t lower her fist for another couple of seconds, silently assessing the young blonde and the crater she’s left in the backyard before she extends her hand to help her up. “let’s start simple then. who are you? what do you want here? and why should i trust you?” she doesn’t let go even once the stranger is back to her feet. chances are someone who can survive a fall like that, has a lot more in petto than superhuman durability.
“that’s fair.” kara grabs the woman’s hand and pulls herself to her feet. if their roles were switched, kara would be wary of the newcomer who survived such a heavy landing too. “i’m supergirl,” kara says, as though it’s enough to answer all three questions, “i was chasing a rogue alien when he opened a breach to... well, here.” she makes a gesture with her hands and scans her surroundings which she assumes to be the woman’s backyard. “you didn’t see him, did you? he’s pretty big, so it’s kinda hard to miss him.”