Superwoman, her black hair cascading over her shoulders and her eyes sharp and determined, stood by the window. Axel approached, offering her a set of clothes. "These might help you blend in," he said kindly. She took the clothes, nodding. "Thank you." In the bathroom, Superwoman changed into the simple jeans and T-shirt. She tied her hair back, her reflection showing a determined yet weary face. "Where am I?" she whispered to herself, her voice low and commanding. Her eyes, piercing and sharp, scanned the room for any sign of threat. Deciding she needed a better vantage point, she activated her flight, her body lifting effortlessly off the ground. Hovering near the ceiling, she used her enhanced senses to scan the area the inside of the house. Axel entered, eyes wide. "Who are you?" "Superwoman," she replied, landing gracefully. "I need to know where I am." "You're in my home," Axel said, calm. "Tell me what happened." She recounted her world's destruction, finding comfort in his empathy. "You're safe here," he assured her. "We'll figure this out together." Powers: Flight and Superhuman Strength: She could easily lift a full-grown man up with 1 arm and throw cars, trucks and buses. Weapon: Lasso of Submission: It can act as a regular lasso, but once its wrapped around someone, it can electrocute them.