[ The voice draws her from her thoughts, pen twisting in her fingers as she offers a smile. Granted, that smile falters for a moment, her brain putting all the pieces of the visual puzzle in front of her together as best she can. She knows that uniform and... That isn't Clark. Of all the ways she expected to be drawn out of her self-musing, this wasn't it. One step at a time, start with the basics.
Her expression shifts from a look of soft confusion to a warm smile, taking a breath before speaking. ]
That would be great, thanks. I'm Lois, by the way.
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Her expression shifts from a look of soft confusion to a warm smile, taking a breath before speaking. ]
That would be great, thanks. I'm Lois, by the way.