"You'd probably find it pretty dull." He replies with to Harley with a slight smile. It probably would be for most people, he knows, but think about it. He spends most of his time flying miles above the world at a dozen times the speed of sound. It's all one big blur to him unless he stops to smell the proverbial roses. What does he do for fun? Take a nice. Slow. Walk.

His attention turns to Nova, and listens. It's not quite so out there. Well, it is, but not when you compare it to the laundry list of inter-dimensional situations he's dealt with in his career. Even being a fictional character isn't all that new. He does smile though, as Nova turns back.

"I can understand that. I'm a bit of Legion fan myself."

It's ... flattering, to say the absolute least. As far as he's concerned, everyone does their part. He's just doing his. He learned a long time ago that as Superman, he became a whole lot more than that. The eyes of the world were always on him, and whether he liked it or not, he was an example people would follow. The least he could do is offer a good one.

Knowing that he has, and that it's one that people everywhere see and appreciate? There isn't a word for how immensely satisfying that was. He's sure Lois would correct him on that, but he thinks it gets the point across.

"So why are we here? I take it the things that go bump in the night are getting a little noisy."