The old man was strange, to be sure, but he seemed nice enough. And harmless. Although the two weren't necessarily mutually exclusive, the only reason Number One lived this long was with a healthy dose of suspicion. Actually, the only reason she lived this long may have to do with her CĂȘpan's tireless vigilance for their combined safety more than any effort she put forth. Unless he ended up here as well somehow, there was no Nicholas to help her out of this particular jam. Unless Mogadorians were hiding in the guise of old men these days, she figured she didn't have to worry about that presently.
"I'm N...Evie." It was only polite to introduce oneself to new company, but she almost slipped up and gave her true name. Just because he was not likely a Mogadorian did not mean she could afford to trust him or be so carefuless. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I didn't wander here of my own volition. I just..." She took another glance around at their surroundings. "Sort of appeared." For one wild second, she thought perhaps this was the result of another legacy manifesting but from the sound of things, that wasn't the case here. It didn't seem entirely out of the ordinary either, which was equally strange.
She was about to ask if the place had a name when the old man called it Metropolis. Number One stared at him unblinkingly. "Metropolis. Seriously? This place is called Metropolis?" She sounded perfectly like a disbelieving human teenager. If Nicholas was here, he would have been proud. Number One looked up at the statue again. "And that guy looks like Superman. Am I still even on Earth?"