"You'll love Steph, she's not flashy at all." He was distracted by her speaking of this strange otherworldly place, then, and started to feel really small at the scope of it all. And sad that she and her people had lost everything, that she'd been disconnected from the world and people for so long. It explained so much the scarcity of her motion, the body language that showed discomfort at her surroundings. She'd been through more than he had, and Doug thought that he had been through quite a bit.
"You have friends here. And grateful people like me who you helped. I'll see what I can do about getting you a legitimate identity, but Raven..." he frowned, "it may come with strings attached, and I can help you avoid that. Avoid complications. Give you time to integrate."
He smiled warily, scratching the back of his neck, her discomfort bothering him more than he liked. It was hard to separate his empathy from situations... one of the reasons his training had ceased. "I get how that refugee thing feels. At least a little. You know, Superman is like that, and he's one of the best people to ever come here. You're cut from the same cloth, I think. A genuinely good person who's lost her home." Doug grinned bravely, then, and offered his hand on the table.