Clark smiled at Lois and held out his arm, offering to escort her, if she'd accept it.
"Even farmboys can joke, Lois. None of this makes any more sense than the last planet that we were stuck on. I think that we'll just have to look around and see if we can find someone who calls this place home."
There had been locals on the medieval planet. He hadn't much time to talk to them, but he'd at least had a little time to ask questions and get a few answers. He was a reporter above all, and he knew how to dig up leads. Even if this was less about a story than it was about their lives. Then again, if they ever got back, it would make a hell of a story. Assuming that Perry was willing to publish something this outlandish, of course.