She’d begun punching the first address into the gps on her phone, but paused when he asked that question. It really could go either way. Part of her wanted to get as far away from this madness as possible, trust in Clark to figure out how to stop the creatures, and work on the story angle at home while enjoying a nice glass of wine. But that part was being heavily overshadowed by her stubborn self, who wouldn’t let Clark head out on his own, to do something he wasn’t going to want to do, something she was going to need to help him accomplish.
“Partners don’t just walk away once the going gets tough, Smallville.” Lois shrugged, knowing there was more she could and wanted to say, but for once at a loss for how to actually vocalize it all. Plus she’d done the training with Sam and Clark hadn’t. She actually knew how to deal with the creatures and had the silver that was supposed to be the weapon to use against the Vetala. The fact she knew how didn’t mean Lois thought she could actually do it.
Unless they were threatened. Then all bets were off. To a degree, at least. She’d wield the damn silver blade and bullets if she really had to.
Honestly, she just didn't want Clark to have to face the decision of how to end this by himself.
“First place isn’t that far away. Want to swoopy swoop us over and we can scout out the area?”