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"Yeah, yeah," a smile is given towards the other, clearly happy in the fact that there's, yet, another familiar face in DC. "Wanda, right?" she made sure, though confident in her assumption. "It's good to see you. Its, uh— its been a while. How are you?"

“I have nothing to prove to you.”

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tara watched the other for a moment ; so lost in confusion she almost missed what the other said. " oh , my top ?? " she looked down at her shirt ( a t - shirt she just cropped herself ). she blinked. " oh , uh ... i thrifted it and cut it up myself ... " she admitted , sounding almost hesitant. she tugged at the top , adjusting both it and herself. as it appeared , another potential titan didn't remember her ... unless this was some starfire - lookalike. " i love a beat - up tee , but can't deal with the length sometimes ... so i cut a lot of them up , for better or worst. "

"Yes! Your top!" naturally, they smiled brightly as the blonde explained the whole ordeal of it and Kori was all too enthralled by it. "Yeah? That's so cool! I've done that before, but it's come out so, so terrible," she laughed, inching closer to Tara, she thought.. that's the name of the girl, at least. "You're Tara, right? That's what the barista said, anyway! I'm Kori. It's wonderful to meet you," she was all too thrilled by the interaction, finding a joy in how the girl was so original with her tees. "You may have to show me how you do it, because like I said—complete and utter failure. I buy crop-tops pre-cropped."

Bethany Joy Lenz as Haley James Scott in One Tree Hill (2003—2012)

"Ah, hi, Clark Kent ... " he almost says Daily Planet by default. Luckily he'd snagged a job at the local newspaper instead while he figures out what exactly is going on. Like how he ended up in D.C. and why he can't seem to leave. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're the museum curator here right? Miss Diana Prince?"

"Clar—Clark Kent," she repeated with a nod, there'd been a smile that tried to be honest in its creation. But, at the sight of a familiar face.. she couldn't help but to want to sigh. Another without their memory and, naturally, she knew of Superman's true identity and that was Clark Kent. Did he recognize her? She assumed no. "I am one of them, yes. How can I help you, Mr. Kent?"

Appreciative of the directed focus, Diana took a seat nearby that still faced the professor so that, she too, could provide undivided attention. "You as well, Professor," she offered a kind, genuine smile to him. "Yes, the Amazons," a nod was a given as a leg crossed over the other, trying to piece together how to explain her gifts. "I was created by the Gods of Olympus. I possess a variety of, uh, gifts by them. If that provides any answers to your curiosities." Strength, durability, flight, speed— it was all possessed by Wonder Woman.