[he shakes his head. guess they'll let in anyone these days, he supposes.]

You do know what one of those does to the average joe, right? It's not even one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. It's more like one and boom.

[he'd know. one of the tables at metamalt had ended up being a makeshift pillow for a very passed out mick rory a couple months back.]

So... [and he pauses for a moment because there's really no polite way to ask 'what's your superpower' and maybe it's kara rubbing off on him but he's trying to be more thoughtful. it's not easy though. not by any stretch.] Do you fly? Superspeed? Do you have that super handy x-ray vision?