"Yes," Clark agreed, "I've wondered about the communicators too," They had them with the DEO and when he was working with the government he used one too - but here like this? Well a phone was well and good but not exactly good for things like this. "But if it turns out to be difficult to navigate I can fly up and keep us on track. Or we help with blasting our way through," He huffed an amused laugh at the idea of that, he'd be more likely to move anything than blast it, but he was more than capable of that too if the situation needed it.
Clark listened as she explained about herself, what had been done to her - it wasn't the sort of talk of someone who learned a skill, who volunteered for something, there was more there, but he didn't ask - this wasn't the point for that. But later he'd have to see if he could talk with her. "I'll admit it does come in pretty handy, especially at times like these." He would be fine if he couldn't fly, but he'd be a little handicapped without that particular ability.
At first Clark thought maybe the cars were just abandoned, but the way they were laid out made it clear it was something more. "Yes I think you're right." He agreed, "Let's see what we make of it," He said starting toward the opening between the vehicles taking point just to be safe, more used to being out front considering his near indestructible nature - better him than anyone else. is how he saw it. "Something like this must have taken time." He reasoned as they weaved their way between busses. "Maybe others to help make it happen?" He suggested, unsure of what to make of this or what they'd find at the end of the maze, certain it was leading to something, but he didn't quite know what.