"I have no faith in Lana Lang," Bizarro told her coldly. "She was a manipulative being who only thought for herself. It almost sickens me to see her face, even if it's being controlled by a witch with a big ego." He kept his arms folded as he stared her down. Literally. He was much taller than she was, but either way it was obvious that his height didn't stand for much when it came down the simple task of intimidating her. He wasn't Clark Kent. The farm boy was afraid to hurt humans. Bizarro was not. He would feel bad for it later on, but if it was necessary he would do what he had to in order to bring whoever it was that he considered to be a threat down.
"It sickens me that you would be so quick to pull that card out in order to protect yourself. Really? You're concerned for Lana's well being?" Bizarro shook his head and shot Isobel a mock sympathetic look. "It seems to me that you're really just concerned about saving your own ass." Expressing his lack of concern for whatever power she held would be easy enough. He turned his back to her, leaving himself vulnerable, and took a few steps away, his eyes surveying the area around them. There weren't many civilians around. He supposed that wasn't a terrible thing.
"Now, I'm sort of curious," Bizarro started, finally turning back to look at her. He looked sort of calm. Unconcerned about what it was that Isobel was capable of. "What is it that you plan on continuing if you can't leave this place? Because no one can. Not even the most powerful beings that have landed themselves here. Are you going to go after Clark Kent and, do what, have a nice little family reunion? Or are you going to try and find the stones that lack an existance in this particular part of the world? Really. Fill me in. I need something to laugh at."