"Football game?" Clark glanced over at Sherry and raised a brow. Huh. Maybe she should have been out on the field when he had been trying out for Kansas. The coach had assumed that he didn't fit the build for the sport, but he had been wrong once he'd spotted Clark playing against his team. "I do this a lot more than you'd think," Clark confessed, shrugging. "Not dressed like this -" He reached up and tugged at the collar of his jacket. "- but I kind of do this whole helping people thing on a regular basis." It was still weird, being able to be so open with the people who had fallen through the seal about who he was, but Clark was trying. It was better than having them point at him later and go "hey, you're Superman, why didn't you tell me? And don't try to deny it, we know it's true!" because Clark had already done that and it had been quite the headache inducing experience. It was better to be honest about it. No secrets. For once in his life, Clark could be open about who he truly was to more than just his adoptive parents and he had long since realized that there was nothing more freeing in the world, even if the actual explaining part still made him wary at times. He was waiting for someone to explode at him. Tell him he was a freak and go running for the scientists, so that they could try and turn him into some kind of lab rat. It hadn't happened yet, though. Clark got the feeling that it wouldn't with the people who were here like him, but he still couldn't help but feel wary sometimes. He was a creature of habit, he supposed.
"I won't make any assumptions about you, then," Clark promised Sherry with grin. "I'm beginning to learn that about the people here. They're a lot more capable than they look." Like him. It was refreshing, really. "Now, where do you want to start?" Clark asked, pointing outward toward the scatter of streets that made up the dark neighborhood. There were a few people wandering by here and there, but nothing particularly notable yet. They'd have to keep watching and waiting, it seemed.