Mercy scoffed as the gun melted, dropping it to the ground.
"I guess we'll have to do this the new-fashioned way."
Her entire body would shift and transform.
"You'll be a perfect specimen for Mr. Luthor, I wonder what secrets we can get out of you?"
Kryptonite? Kara instinctively fires a blast of heat vision towards the gun's barrel, intending to melt it.
"You are morally deficient!"