[She studies him again, just a touch incredulously. Okay, so the outfit underneath the jacket looks very...costumey, lending just a bit of credit to his worlds. Pacifica tries not to shudder at the brightness of the colors, though she imagines Mabel would've been all over it.

After her latest, careful examination of Superboy, Pacifica taps her shoe smartly on the ground once, twice.]

That doesn't make any sense. [She finally declares, with an air of criticism.] You're just wearing a ridiculous outfit in broad daylight with your face in full view. Doesn't sound like much of a secret identity if people can just look at you and know it's you.