"Oh, is that why you're smiling? You're impressed by my grace?" Clark is grinning too, barely keeping himself from laughing. There's just something about her attitude that's infectious. Considering that nothing about what just happened could be called normal, it's sort of funny how normal this all feels anyway, like two strangers bumping into each other on a busy street.

"I think I owe you one for not letting me eat dirt - gracefully." He holds out a hand.

"I'm..." He hesitates there. Is he really supposed to call himself 'Superman'? He knows he should, it's what people call him. Clark drops his gaze, then looks up at her again. Instead, he says: "I'm Kal-El. It's good to meet you, miss..?"