Mr. Kent? Clark didn't think he could get ever used to being called that, but he didn't bother correcting Artemis and telling him that the only man who was called that was his dad.

Most of the conversation was going over his head - monster blood? Reports? - but he had caught enough that he didn't like what he was seeing. A locked door wouldn't have been a problem, but he wasn't sure if he should just volunteer himself for it; they'd never been an issue for him in the past, but then again, he'd always just poked out the locks and broke the knobs, none the wiser. He wasn't sure he could get away with that here. Clark kept his mouth shut on that for now.

"Who's in charge? Does anyone know?" Clark asked, still trying to get some answers. Not the Luthors, he pleaded, not them this time, this's way too far for either of them.