As Lois searched the boxes, Clark moved to look over a bent shopping cart that had been haphazardly turned over. He recognized it. The homeless man that they had tried to question had been pushing it around with a clutter of items tossed inside that Clark could only assume he had collected for himself. There were a few scraps of trash turned out of it's side, but that was all. If someone valued something enough to cart it around with them everywhere that they went, then the fact that all of this was gone meant that their homeless friend probably was, too. Clark was about to join Lois at the makeshift house when the sound of feet against the ground caught his attention. The Vetala? No. A kid. A kid who, as soon as he caught sight of two of them, turned right on around and booked it as fast as his legs could carry him.
It wasn't going to be fast enough. As soon as Lois confirmed that she'd follow, Clark's steady figure vanished. The world slowed itself down, throwing every living thing into an almost motionless stance as Clark tore into the street and sped out after their new target. He hadn't gotten very far - he was practically frozen in a running position just turning around the corner - so Clark took a path around him and ducked into the first available opening that he could walk out of without making it look like he'd magically appeared out of nowhere. After giving it a second, Clark stepped out in front of the teen and grabbed him by the shoulder. The teen tried to jerk away, but Clark's grip wasn't easily broken. "Hey," he said, eyes dropping to meet the teen's own, "we're just looking for some answers. You don't have to run from us."
He seemed reluctant, so Clark let him go and put both his hands out at his sides. "See?" They couldn't force this kid to answer any questions, but maybe if he felt like he could trust them he'd be more willing to talk.