Lois had tried to get a few hours of rest after being rescued by Chloe and Clark, but it had been full of nightmares and too much shifting around where she'd been laying to do her any good. She'd been too worried about everything that had happened, about if Kimberly had been saved, wondering if Emma was still alive, for her brain to truly shut off and let her mind get the rest it needed. She had a feeling no one would really be resting until Moriarty was caught.
She felt useless all over again as she sat on the couch, letting some movie play on one of the screens she'd turned her way. It was a comedy or a romance, something with no loud explosions so as not to startle herself anymore than she already was just by every day noises at the moment.
Lois glanced up at Oliver's voice, offering a small smile. "Hey, yourself. You look about as crappy as I feel."