"Where do gods come from, in that world?" asks Emily, while Pauline continues determinedly trying to pet the !!!CUTE!!! Zephyr. 

"Well...I know Zephyr has parents, and siblings, so I guess it might be kind of like how normal people are born somewhat? I never really asked about that," she admits.

"That sounds almost mythological," observes Paul. "Like the Greco-Roman gods, with families." 

"Rather twisted families, if I remember my mythology," frowns Emily. 

"Not at first, the gods got more human over the years. But yes, bad examples," Paul agrees, smiling at his wife. "I like ours much better." 

"Greco-Roman?" asks Eliza, head momentarily tilted curiously. "But yeah, all their family members I've met have been nice! Even if they're not as fluffy as Zephyr is."

"Greece and Rome were ancient civilizations, and their culture still has a lot of influence on ours," explains Emily. "Like many ancient cultures, they worshipped a pantheon of gods with complex origins and relationships. We don't think any of those particular gods are real, but stranger things have happened." 

"Oh, huh...where did all the stories come from, then?" asks Eliza, looking curious.

"Good question," says Paul. "Maybe other superpowered people?" 

"Most human cultures had stories of gods of some kind or another," says Emily. "One theory is that they were all powered individuals, another is that they were mere stories, and another is that it was a mix of both. The truth is, no one is sure. In many written works from that long ago, it's hard to distinguish truth from legend." 

"Huh...I guess the Legendaries back in my first world are kind of like that too...but people do know they exist, still. It's just that they don't talk much and even when they do they don't really care to answer questions about old stories."

"Legendary...Pokemon?" Emily inquires, trying out the strange word. 

"Are they fluffy?" interjects Pauline, still trying to pet the illusion. 

"Some of them are!" says Eliza, summoning an image of a tiny hedgehog-like creature. "But generally they tend to be more powerful than ordinary Pokemon, and they're super-rare and hard to find. Some people say you can't find one unless it lets you."

Pauline only tries to pet this one a little bit. Her face scrunches up, torn between awe and disappointment at the unpettables. 

"Fascinating," nods Emily. "Now that you're here, what do you plan to do?" 

Eliza shrugs one winged shoulder as she leans slightly against the door. "Well...the most urgent issue that was going on when I landed here is solved, I guess. Although there's also that weird amulet thing we found... So...I think for now I'll just try and help where I can, if you guys need it? After my wing gets better, of course."

"Always glad for the help," murmurs Paul. "And thank you again. Be on your guard, though. We still don't know much about the woman who attacked you, or her connection with Blade. Or how your entry to this world came to be cut off..." 

"Oh no you don't, dear," chides Emily affectionately. "You have a team for this, remember? And one of them is the city's most celebrated crime sleuth. Right now your job is to rest." She turns to Eliza. "Talk to Wraith, she'll set you up good and proper if you want to help. Oh, and let me know if you'd be interested in talking to the authorities - or, for that matter, if you wouldn't. Even Megalopolis doesn't get that many visits from interdimensional polities, and a lot of self-important people are going to want a piece of you." 

Paul nods, looking a tad abashed.

Eliza nods. "Yeah, I know Wraith, we were together when that lady attacked the Tower." She blushes a bit at the suggestion that she might want to talk to the authorities, rubbing the back of her neck. "Um...what kind of questions might they ask? I know some things, but I'm not really the best at that kind of negotiation..."

"In a way, it depends on the intelligence of the person asking..." Emily purses her lips thoughtfully. "What sort of polity do you represent, are they invading, what sort of magic or technology do they have, are they interested in trade, who is in charge, can you contact them,  can we set up an embassy, can we attempt to scry their location, do they want a McBurger's franchise, are you sure they're not invading, will you sign this complicated legal agreement on their behalf...don't, by the way, even though it'd probably not be recognized as official, someone might be silly enough to try...

"I wouldn't recommend it, frankly. Once you go down that road it is very hard to get time to yourself anymore. The only group you're legally obligated to report to is Interplanetary Immigration, and" she smiles thinly, "Paul and I can... discourage them from giving you trouble." 

Eliza nods along with the descriptions at first, but as the list gets longer and longer her expression slowly falls. She lets out a sigh as Emily "finishes" the list.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like way too much trouble. And what's this Interplanetary Immigration group about, then? Does it count as immigration if I don't plan on staying?"

"Technically that would be a different kind of visa, but still handled by the same department. They have one for temporary alien visitors and a different one for those doing superhero work while they're here. Not to worry, we can help streamline things." 

Eliza nods. "Yeah, that'd be useful! I don't want to get in trouble for trying to help out." Especially since right now she can't just escape back home if things end up too troublesome.

Emily takes a notepad from her purse and writes something down. "Okay. I'll have the necessary paperwork drawn up. Do you have a place to stay in the meantime?" 

There's a pause as she contemplates, before saying, "Um...no? I actually hadn't been thinking about that till you mentioned it."

Emily looks to Paul, who nods weakly. "You can stay in Freedom Tower for now, Eliza," she murmurs. "You've more than earned it with your help today, and it should also save you from being mobbed by too many curious onlookers. Wraith or Miss Twain will see that you're set up properly."

"Oh, really? Thanks!" chirps Eliza. "Are either of them here?"

"Probably not. From what we've heard, Freedom Tower took a bit of damage and there's still cleanup work to do. But you can meet them there. Miss Twain is the group's administrator, she handles a lot of the behind-the-scenes paperwork and scheduling for the heroes."