Lana watched his face as he talked. Yes, she was listening, but part of her was secretly jumping for joy that he was so close now. She was becoming more and more wary of Damien the more he spoke of him. Anyone who could be so malicious to Bart had to have some issues. It was mention of Zod that squashed the warmth in her heart.
"I remember Zod..." she said softly, her voice trailing off, one of her hands moving to touch the other. Despite the differences between her world and Bart's, Zod had still come, and he had still impaled her hand against a wall. It wasn't a good memory to say the least.