"A wardro - what? Right now?" His question answered itself as Lois started going to town on her own outfit. Hands gripping at the purse that she had shoved into his arms, Clark glanced over his shoulder, half wondering if anyone was fortunate enough to be paying witness to the sight of a woman who was literally ripping her own skirt apart. If they did, Clark didn't search long enough to find out. Instead, he focused back onto the path of their target, eyes never really leaving him for more than a few moments so that they didn't lose him.
"Lois Lane, you are the strangest person I have ever met," Clark commented, looking back to her with a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Have I mentioned that I like that about you?" Because he did. Out of all the regular doses of crazy that Superman ran into, it was Lois that always managed to surprise him the most with the most simple of things. Like random wardrobe adjustments in the middle of an alleyway while they were trying to catch one of the mayor's lackeys in the middle of a crime. With a fond grin, Clark handed her purse back and reached up to tug his tie loose. "And here I was thinking that you didn't let me wear plaid to work because you didn't like plaid," he teased, bundling the tie into his pocket before he stripped off his jacket.
Clark pinned his focus on the target again. Good. He hadn't gone far. "Yeah, door to the right. How'd you know?"