Lois nodded and turned back to the exhibit in thought. She was still attempting to get a handle on the bulletin. Like everything else, it was another mystery that she longed to solve. Telling her it was like magic (though she knew that it existed) wasn't enough for Lois. No, she wanted to know how. “I'll see about putting something up,” said Lois before shrugging. “It's probably nothing though. Just something someone said to me just before I came here. She's insane. One of Luthor's lackies.” It didn't even occur to Lois that this woman might not have heard of the Luthors. They were too far reaching for her to not have at least heard the name.
“The only reason I haven't punched someone is because I don't have anyone to bail me out,” said Lois bluntly. The sad part was that she was almost entirely serious. Lois had that whole act first, think later thing that she adhered to. Only usually a bit more extreme. Clark or Chloe were usually able to talk her down from some of her more impulsive actions, but here Lois had to actually pull back herself. It wasn't easy.
“Good for her though. And you.” At least the women here weren't completely hopeless. “I'm still working on getting my job back.” She was confident that she would. Woman journalists weren't completely unheard of in this time and Lois knew that there were a few that even got awards for their work. She wasn't chasing something impossible.
Lois frowned in thought. “Which one's that then?” She figured it was like soccer where they called the sport something different. So football as this woman would probably call it. Or maybe American football where they only had it here.