She leaned forward to peer at one of the exhibits. Clark, Lois realized, would probably like this. It was slow and steady and all the things that she thought he liked. A thought that Lois didn't dwell on for too long. Thinking of Clark made Lois think of Chloe. Her cousin had still been running away with old Beastie Boy last Lois heard. Sure. The Blur had promised her that he would find her and Lois knew, without a doubt, that he would. But that still left the question of when and what Chloe's state of mind would be like when she was found.
Which was why Lois kept busy.
Lois rolled her eyes and straightened, suddenly wishing the guard would hurry up already. Her mind was wandering and not toward anything pleasant. She tried to spot him but she only briefly caught the eye of a red head near by. She nodded at her before her eyes returned to the exhibit.
“Looks good for his age,” she said dryly and after a few beats. A small part of Lois had always assumed that at least half of them were fake. She found it hard to wrap her head around the idea that some of these creatures had existed millions of years ago and yet their skeletal remains had been preserved in near perfect condition. Which would be right around the time Clark would accuse her of being a cynic. And there she went again. She'd have to get a handle on that.