"You are being evasive," Clark pointed out, yet again. She was. If she wasn't, the Lois Lane that Clark Kent knew would have taken it upon herself to throw every object within arms reach at his head. While ranting. And glaring. Clark shuffled from one foot to the other uncomfortably. This wasn't going very well at all. "I just told you that I was from another planet," he pressed, moving forward yet another step. It was a bold move, advancing in her direction like that. But since Lois was neither declaring him a monster or throwing things at him, he didn't see why it would be a bad thing.
"Don't you want to talk about it, maybe? Sit down or something?" Because what she was doing now couldn't be healthy. There was no way. It was a very complicated thing to learn about, especially when one was so close with the person who just told tale of being an alien. The cases that they worked were different. Lois didn't know any of those aliens are meteorite infected people personally.