Andrea simply nodded, even her lips pursed together in a pensive frown. Obviously someone was .. sort of. Because how would someone even know half the stuff that was in there? Andrea personally didn't know Clark Kent but she knew enough to pick up a handful of things that were true. And Andrea knew her Luthors. Not the son as well as the father she'd been obsessed with getting vengeance again, but she knew. A lot of Junior's information seeed to stem from his daddy's past, but still, it stemmed from something true.
It almost made her afraid, in that stomach twisting bad things are here, sense to find out what was put about her. And what was twisted beyond common sense. Or as common sense her life could have.
Straightening herself and properly shutting down her laptop, Andrea nodded again, closing it shut. She really wished this ... whatever this was had been nice enough to send the case with her. Right. Nice enough. "Sounds like a plan." She replied.