[His brows rise high.] Wow. You know for all the paranoia about man going too far with his machine fetish, the stuff sure is apt to fall to pieces at the drop of a hat. Flick a bit too much water on it and it goes on the fritz, can't handle a change of date... [He shakes his head.] Iiincredible.

[He's dropping the disdain when she goes to introduce herself, smile on and pleasant as potpourri.

Then the name comes.

Richie pulls back. His side eye is mighty strong on a regular day, but now it's doubled up with a laugh that stutters in its uncertainty. That's not much of a punchline, Missy. And where was the joke to begin with? Her asking about Metropolis? She ought to stick to journalism.

(Lois Lane was a journalist—)]

Riiiight. Okay. In that case call me Clark Kent.