Karen's eyebrow almost reached orbit as she listened to Harley's store. There was probably both more and less to it than she was telling, but she'd have to depend on Clark to fill in the gaps...eventually. For now she just filed it away with Lost Kryptonian Technology and got on with it.

Funny thing was, the more Harley felt up her belly the less she was bothered by it. It was actually a bit comforting. "Mmmm, grand. But you understand what you've gotten yourself into the middle of, right? No more hot nights out on the town for a while. And I'm not going to be the only one watching out for you."