Twenty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag ... not a bad way of putting it, actually. It sounded like something Pa might say.

Nova's a new face for Clark, but the costume and bearing do tell a story. He may not know him, but something in his gut tells him that he can trust him at least this far. It might not be especially concrete, but in and out of costume he's learned to trust those instincts.

He'll reach out and shake Nova's hand, offering a grin along with it.

"That sounds about right. Glad to meet you" He does raise an eyebrow though. "Safe? Are we expecting trouble?"

That eyebrow gets turned to Harley though as he starts to untangle himself from her. Blown up? Another thing he's going to have to ask about in that talk of hers, because that isn't jogging any memories for him.

"Fairytale titan?" So it is magic. Wonderful.