To his credit, Jonathan Kent took the news very well.
Later that day, he had come in and had started in surprise at seeing Kara wandering around the house, following Martha around, trying to learn things about them.
Martha had introduced her as Clark's cousin, and explained what had happened.
He accepted Kara's presence in their home, and life went on, or in Kara's case, started.
The first night, she stared up at her ceiling uncomfortably. A new planet, a different race, and she was going to live here. On this planet. With these people.
She rolled over and pulled a blanket to her chin. She was still in her suit, with the symbol for her family on it.
Her cousin would have it too.
Hopefully.
The next morning, her eyes opened sleepily and she sat bolt upright.
"What-oh….." She remembered where she was.
She got tangled in the sheets and fell off the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated. She opened her eyes.
There was the floor. She was floating. She smiled, then fell out of the air and landed on the ground.
She sat up for the second time that morning, and stood up.
She brushed herself off and made her way (carefully) down the stairs.
Martha was in the kitchen, and there was a nice smell in the air. Martha turned and smiled. "Good morning, Kara."
"Good morning…." Kara said. She sniffed again.
"Breakfast," Martha explained. "Haven't you ever had eggs before?"
Kara shook her head. "I had ration bars. They were rather flavorless."
Martha frowned. "Hm. We'll have to change that." She cocked her head as she looked at Kara. "You don't look very much like Clark."
Kara remembered that Clark was Kal-El's human name.
She frowned and held a handful of hair up so she could see it. It was blonde, of course.
"What does Kal-El…I mean Clark, look like?"
Martha flipped an egg over and turned to look at Kara again. "Well….look, there is a picture." she pointed at a photograph of the Kents.
As Martha turned back to her stove, Kara trotted over to look at it.
Kal-El, Clark, she reminded herself, was tall, broad shouldered; brown eyed, and had black hair. He had a nice face, he had a pleasant look about him. There were no similarities at all. You'd never guess they were related.
Kara studied the picture for another minute, committing it to memory.
She shook herself and turned to Martha. "Do you need any help?"
"As a matter of fact, I'd like some, thanks. We're going to need plates and forks." She pointed at a cabinet. "In there, dear."
Kara nodded and stepped towards the cabinet before she thought of something. She concentrated and lifted a few inches off the ground. She hovered in the air for a second, and then tried to move towards the cabinet. She made it a foot before falling to earth again.
She groaned, and Martha smiled.
Maybe Kara and Clark weren't that different after all.