Okay so there was once this girl who had spent more time in cuffs than she cared to admit and within one day she had been in two situations where it could have been her, but it wasn't and even weirder was the fact she wasn't being treated like it was. Which was awesome. Weird as all hell, but awesome. Truth was Kara hadn't really known what to expect when she had actually backed up the guy's story but Captain Myers instantly trusting her wasn't in the top three. She had expected at least another minute to go by while she argued the point with him or something and well... it hadn't happened. Captain got some points in the respect department for that one.

An equally quick nod was given in reply to the Myers' ...was that an order? Before she looked back to Dark and Handsome in the chair. "Looks like its your lucky day."

The cuffs on his wrist suddenly clicked open and dropped from his wrists, a quick trick of telekinesis Kara had practically perfected over the last few years. "Or maybe not depending on what exactly who or what you're expecting. Don't suppose you can give us anymore details than just 'thing'? Like, as in, how exactly you plan on stopping it?"

Admittedly curiosity had kept Kara trying to pull the information herself as much as she dared but it was all confusing images that were incomplete and scrambled, like trying to watch one of those cable channels on television that your parents hadn't actually subscribed to when you were a kid. Myers would need the information anyway and getting it first hand was a hell of a lot better than some weirdo Magic Mind-to-Telepath-to-Captain Tightpants-translation.