He says she doesn't need to apologize, but she still feels guilty. Words and phrases have stigmas to them, and she's working to correct her own language. But she takes him at his word. No harm.

She shrugs gently, sipping her coffee. "Superpowers, costumed vigilantes. Aliens, both good and bad. Time travel. Doppelgangers," she lists off, almost rambling. "More. But yeah, things can get wild on Earth-1."

She doesn't think twice about the term sounding odd. It makes sense where she's from, "So I take it things aren't that flavor of wild where you're from?"