Lois had stopped by the Daily Planet the week prior with the intention of getting her job back. Yes. Back. She was already a member of their staff. Just not in this city. Or, y'know, time period. Apparently her word and the press pass that clearly backed up said word were not good enough reasons to give a girl a job though. Whatever. She would just have to go about it the old fashioned way. She'd have to get a story.
She didn't think it would be that hard either. Crime and New York City were practically old friends. Not to mention that thing where people were just showing up from odd times without a clue as to why. She was surrounded by news. She just needed something new. So either she needed to find a story as it was happening or she needed answers to one of the many questions floating around.
That, however, required something more than just being in the right place at the right time. She needed sources and potential informants. Many would probably think that a museum was an odd place to start for that, but Lois would disagree. Museums had security guards. And maybe they didn't get as much action as the police officers, but they weren't as in the dark as everyone might assume.
It was also easier to get information out of them.
Of course, that was when they weren't busy. Called away to check on two teenagers rough housing in the next exhibit, he told Lois to wait and he would write down where she could find a Larry Greggors after he sorted out the other mess. Larry was apparently a friend of his as well as a security guard at the Museum of Modern Art. A museum which had just been broken into a few weeks ago. Old news (and he had been off that night anyway), but he was a potential contact and the follow-up might be worth her while. So Lois pushed down her desire to leave and nodded at the guard that she would wait.
Still, she sighed and clicked her pen repeatedly as she looked at one of the prehistoric fossils before her. Museums were boring.