His amusement was contagious and she couldn't help but smile at what between them was definitely a compliment. Who else could get away with calling her strange and making it sound like a good quality to have? "Maybe I'm coming around to the side of plaid," she told him, unbuttoning a few of his buttons to complete the changeover that she wanted. "Or no, not for everyday wear because it really doesn't belong outside of a farm and the country. But as pajamas it serves its purpose." And maybe she just liked stealing his shirts. It was pretty much fact that she looked better than him in them anyway.
She glanced back down the alley, dropping her own jacket and blouse behind the dumpster. Maybe if she was lucky they'd still be there when they were finished with this task, but if not, well then that just meant another shopping trip, right? "That door leads to one of the local clubs," Lois informed him, mulling over the next piece that went along with that. She could always keep the important part to herself, but Clark deserved to know everything. That's what partners were for, wasn't it? Plus, if he didn't know then they could be in more danger than they probably already were and they hadn't even walked inside yet.
"Back door actually and we'll have to swing around to the other side of the building, but you should probably know that this particular club is owned by the Mayor's brother-in-law. And he just so happens to have been tied to some of Moriarty's people." She tried to be nonchalant as she told him. This wasn't a big deal--or no, it was because all of those people were bad news--but she could deal with that particular group again just fine. If her nightmares sparked up again later that night so be it. Like hell was she letting them scare her into inaction. They were fools if they thought a little trip to the hospital was going to put a stop to Lois Lane.
"I've an in with the bouncer though so getting inside won't be a problem."