Faora accepted the drink with a nod, taking a sip as Mycroft began explaining. At the mention of 'near god-like power', she gave a rather miffed look. Upon their first arrival on Earth, Zod had said they were the gods, that they would remake Earth in their image, a new Krypton. They had started, though it had required a machine. Doing more than that, without knowing how, truly showed how little they knew about their so called saviors.
She listened as he spoke, pieces starting t fit that she hadn't seen the connection to before. The so called monsters in the sewers. But was it truly that, or something else? "These missing people," she stated, curiously. "Is there any correlation between the numbers missing from here, and those of us that are transplanted here? A means of balance? Filling in where we left in our various places of origin?" She was not discounting that something was wrong, or that something needed to be done, if indeed all that were happening. A battle was not something that she shied away from A battle for the wrong reasons, however, was something to be questioned.