The name Diana automatically registered in her brain as the woman who had been on line. Kara didn't know her, but Diana knew Kara, or some version of Kara, and Clark, and Bruce, among other names she didn't recognize. She stopped walking and just watched the other woman for a second, her smile flickering slightly. She felt guilty, this woman expected her to know who she was. It almost seemed like they might know each other well, just by the way she had tried contacting them all.
"Right, Diana, you know a different me." she said with a nod. She tucked her hands into her jeans, feeling slightly awkward. "I'm sorry I don't know you, or that Clark doesn't seem to know you. You aren't the first one who seems to know who we are." she said with a sigh. She wish she knew how many versions of her there were, and how many people knew who Kara and Clark actually were and where they were from.
She forced herself to relax a little standing more at ease, but keeping her hands in her pockets. "How is it exactly that you know me?" she asked with interest. All she knew was that there was some version of her that flew around in a cape. Beyond that she didn't know much. Maybe that was the Kara this woman knew.