When the doors opened to the offices of the Daily Planet, he was met immediately by a flurry of activity and busy office workers huddled over their desks. One woman, dressed somewhat provocatively for an office, made her way over immediately. She wasn't old or young, really, or if she was, the makeup made it harder to tell either way; the heavy application was either to make her seem more wordly or to cover up the years. She preened a little and gave him a bright smile before tipping her head towards the office in general.

"Hey handsome," she greeted him, "what brings you up here? I don't see a sandwich or a package so you're not a delivery..."