It only made sense that Clark had been extra busy at work lately. What with all these people dying - some of which even went down while he was on the clock! - he couldn't afford to miss anything anymore. He was trying to keep the security teams as organized as possible, while frequently doing a routine sweep of each floor. It wasn't easy to guard every section of the building at once, but the guards were really doing as best as they possibly could. No one wanted to see anymore dead bodies around here. There had been too many deaths, along with too many attacks to go with them. As far as Clark was concerned, it was stopping. Right here, right now - no one else was going to be harmed if he had anything to say about it. He'd pulled extra hours over the past few days, barely bothering to take any time out for himself. Clark was good at keeping that hidden from people though. The only way they could really tell was by the dark circles underneath his eyes; beyond that, he kept up his usual stance. Polite, friendly, yet responsible and straight to the point when it came down to it. Yet, even so, it was the realization that he needed to take a break that had him quietly walking down from the third floor check that he had been doing. Clark was considering hitting the break room in the security office for a cup of coffee before starting on patrol again when he spotted someone familiar retreating out to the smoking area.
Clark knew that he probably should have left it as it was. The last person that needed more piled onto her plate was Lois, after all. But Clark couldn't help but worry. She had seen and been through a lot of terrible things over these past couple days and Clark couldn't help but wonder if she had anyone there to tell her that she was going to be okay. He worried for her. Clark didn't know why he did - she was supposed to be just another employee, after all - but he did. He didn't want to see Lois hurt. It made a part of him writhe uncomfortably on the inside. Kind of like he was getting hurt too.
Rather than keeping to the path that he was headed on, Clark drew in a breath and turned back. He carefully exited the building and stepped into the smoking area. Hands buried into his pockets, Clark awkwardly shuffled from one foot to the other as the door swung shut behind him. Then he cleared his throat and looked to Lois, offering her a concerned sort of smile. "Hey, Lois."