Eirene

Hey, half-straddling his lap is not a position Eirene is prepared to protest, especially not right now, when he's already anchored her against him. She'd much rather draw out this kiss until her face threatens to turn blue, before easing away to draw air into her lungs (unless there's another reason she got so dizzy her vision blurred).

"Welcome back," she murmurs against Clark's mouth.