Clark glanced over at Lois as she approached, noting the newspaper in her grip. A clue? He frowned at it briefly, but didn't linger on it. They had a potential source standing right in front of them. Him first. With Lois at his side and the three of them standing out in a clearly visible spot in public, Clark was hoping that the teen would be more willing to open up. If he thought that they were a threat before, he couldn't really believe that two people who were claiming to be reporters that were standing out in the middle of the street would try anything, could he?
Whether or not he was feeling all that willing to talk without a little push didn't matter. Before Clark could try at him again, Lois stepped up and offered him money for an info exchange. Correction: she offered him Clark's money. Lois was immediately gifted with a sharp look that practically made it look like he had 'I Am Unamused' written smack across his face.
He didn't get a chance to further express his distaste for being volunteered as their money source. The kid was talking. Blue van. Plate info. The last few wasn't quite what Clark was hoping for, but it was something. He sighed, shook his head, and dug into his pocket for his wallet. "Just the last few? Were there any distinct markings on the van? Stickers? Dents?"