Clark smiled politely in response, nodding. "It's no problem," he told her, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans. "Really, I'd rather come out here than have you wandering the streets alone." It was bad. Very bad. Clark didn't know how the demons did it, but they always found a way to pick them out from the rest of the city's inhabitants. He had the theory in mind that they followed them around and kept an eye on their whereabouts - after all, they did know where the apartments were. It would be a tactically intelligent thing to do if one really thought about it. That didn't mean that Clark had to like it.
Clark couldn't help but notice her accent. He, personally, was from Kansas. Being in Lawrence wasn't too far off from Smallville...at least not so far when the place had still been there. Accents there weren't as heavy as the one he was hearing right now. "And I'm sorry that Jason couldn't make it. He's sort of...bed...ridden right now." That was one way to put it. Poor guy had been attacked like all the others. Tortured. Clark winced at the thought.
It didn't take much for him to notice that Sookie looked cold. Clark didn't really find much need for outerwear himself; it was just something that he wore out of habit to fit in with everyone else. If he could stand hanging around the icy walls of the fortress without any trouble, then the cool air that surrounded them now really wasn't much trouble for him. That was why he had no problem with tugging the large jacket off his shoulders. Extending it to her, he offered her another polite smile and said, "Why don't you put this on? You look like you need it."