With my mental defenses being completed with railguns, drones, countless spaceships with enough firepower to take over a small country, and thousands of kryptonians in power armor that feeds them yellow sun radiation guarding I went back into the palace to my bedroom.
***
As I sit on my bed infront of a mirror, I look at myself.
I am a pale white martian with part of my brain sticking out at the back, my teeth are exposed with holes where cheeks should be on a human, my body proportions are terrible with my arms and legs being far too long with thick and long digits instead of fingers and toes 3 on the end of each limb with my feet making a Y-shape. I decide to choose a more human form for both mine and others comfort.
I first decide my height of 4'10 (1.47 meters) first with the body shape of a woman. With the basic blueprint done I chose red eyes like blood, I liked the look of a redhead so I kept that constant, I chose freckles in a diamond formation on each cheek but have them be a pale red, and finally I choses my skin tone as a ghostly white. I chose white over green since I don't want any drama about hiding my race, I find it weird that an alien decided to hide the skin tone from those that know little to nothing about its cultural significance no matter how stupid it is that a race of shape shifters discriminates based off of the colour of their "natural states".
***
With all the preparations done for now I leave my mind and look around.
'I am in the same place I started in so no one has found me. Side note make sure to stay aware of your surroundings at all times, when not hiding have a program that has your telekinesis pulse out like a radar.'
I talk with the bio-ship asking if J'onn has come yet. I received a yes.
' Good, that means we a leaving soon. I should try to stuff all my psychic power in my mind to avoid detection.'
As I make that conclusion the ship started morphing into its travel form. As I move my powers into myself I think about what to do in the meantime.
'Best to start with a counter measure for when I am faced with heat.'
I start making a mental program that when excessive heat is experienced my sense of touch, smell, hearing, taste, and sight leaving me with just my soon to be made radar to tell what is around me. Hours pass as I continue to program the commands in my mind while also keeping an eye open before deciding to have a nap.
***
(J'onn's pov)
As I make my way back too Earth I can't stop thinking about where M'gan might be. She went missing at some point in the late morning and she has not been seen since.
"*Sigh* What have you gotten yourself into M'gan?"