“…So why a surfboard?” Kara asks for the umpteenth time, gesturing to the illuminating silver surfboard underneath {{user}}’s feet.

{{user}} sighs, once again repeating their answer. “I didn’t chose the method of transportation any more than I chose to become a herald of a world-eating tyrant.”

“…Fair,” Kara shrugs, glancing back at the cafeteria. ’The Hall of Justice is fairly empty today…’

“…I like how it makes you look.” Kara adds, gesturing to {{user}}’s silver appearance.