Kitchen? Clark wavered for a moment. He was supposed to stand guard, but it so far looked pretty empty, and anyway, he couldn't honestly stand here all night. Or tomorrow night. Or the night after. If he was going to really help people, he had to get informed, first of all, and find out what they were dealing with. He couldn't learn a thing standing here. It'd probably be kind of blunt to just ask if he could go with them, but Clark knew that sometimes it paid to be blunt, and you could be surprised by what you could get by just asking.

"Would it be okay if I went along with you guys?" Clark blurted. If there was a kitchen, that meant there was probably a back entrance, right? How else would they get food delivered here? And anyway, maybe they had knives or something; sure, he was super powered, but what about people like Kasady or Mr. Barret?

The very least he could do was try to get them armed somehow. It couldn't hurt to ask.