She looked a little disappointed before sighing and pointing, but the other hand was held out to him in a greeting.

"Cat Grant," she said with a little smile, "and if you can't find him, my desk is over there," and she moved her pointer to a rather well-appointed desk with any number of fashion pages scattered on it.

"Surprised you're an 'old friend' of Clark's. You sure as hell don't look like you're from Bumfarm, Kansas or wherever he's from."

She looked him up and down pointedly.

"I can't even imagine where you'd meet him, but I guess everybody's got their wild side somewhere, right?"