Clark just stared at her, stared as he took in what his eyes were telling him, what he could hear and feel.

Another Kryptonian. She was Kryptonian. And if her physiology didn't say it, her focus on his chest, on the seal that sat on Jim's arm, told him that he wasn't just tricking himself.

The woman herself took his hand, her eyes widening somewhat as she took in that the stone that made up a part of his arm was in fact sunstone, before she nodded her head in greeting.

"Kal-L?" she asked quietly of Clark, turning to look at Jim. "And you are... you wear the seal of M."

Clark was about to nod, but he heard the slight difference, the inflection of the name.

"My given name on Krypton was Kal-El, of the House of El. My father was Jor-El. My brother, Jim, is an adopted member of the House of Am. You're--"

The woman nodded, taking that in, something in her accepting it before she held out her other hand to shake his. He took it.

"Kara Zor-L," she said with a faint, somewhat brittle smile. "It's complicated but... hello, cousin." She tilted her hand to Sandy. "I'm here to help."