Lois let out a weak laugh at that and shrugged, her eyes still locked on the floor. "There's always a chance of me throwing something at Clark," she said simply. And there was, it was just in her nature. Lois had the tendency to throw things at Clark when she got mad at him, and it seemed like it got even worse here in Lawrence.
She took another long sip of her coffee, trying to steady herself a bit more. Because even though she may look fine on the outside, on the inside she was far from it. "So... What can you do?" she asked, not completely sure she wanted to know, but her journalistic curiosity was kicking in. Not that she was actually going to write about this or anything, even though it would be sure to land her a job at at least a local paper or World of Weird (or whatever this world's version of the Inquisitor was called). She didn't plan on telling anyone about Clark and Kara.