As soon as the world stopped spinning, Elle focused back on the boy, who had apparently moved in front of her while she was busy almost blacking out. "What's with you and Superman? You know he's fictional, right?" Despite his stature, he looked to be in his late teens. "You're too old to be one of those drooling fanboys who thinks all the superheroes are real."

She didn't want to talk about her 'abnormal behavior;' the only person she'd ever explained herself to was Peter Petrelli and she intended to keep it that way. But she could run with the last bit. "This body? What's your body normally, Junior? No, wait. Don't tell me. You're really Lois Lane."