[More like the old god of war than Kara knows, given that she is the goddess of war and flame...]

Yes, like that. [Mars punctuates the statement by holding up a finger and calling up a bundle of flame.] I guess you could think of me like a wizard, though I don't really have the beard for it.

[Flashing a cheeky grin, she bounds up the stairs keeping an eye behind her, and the rattling noise that's approaching. Stove incoming.]

A pleasure, Kara. [A beat.] You might want to hurry. I'd rather be in a more open space, in case the machines get clever.