"My oba ostat'sya na dannyy moment. Oni yeshche ne doshli do yeye kvartiry. Pozvol'te mne prodolzhat' slushat'. YA skazhu vam bol'she, kogda ya znayu bol'she."

Clark rattled off his answer with only a small accent, the kind you can't help when you haven't grown up speaking the language, when your muscles didn't develop to the words and cadences that are so different from English. We both stay for the moment. They haven't gotten to her apartment. Let me keep listening. I'll tell you more when I know more.

Lois looked more angry than scared, though and her hand was on her purse.

"If you need to use my apartment to draw them out, you do it. There's nothing in there that I can't replace."

Clark's eyes said clearly enough that he was somewhere else, listening to something else, and his lips slowly curled into something very close to a snarl. It's probably the angriest expression either of them had ever seen on his face and Jim could probably see that the inside of his pupils was slowly shifting from black to red.

Lois definitely saw it and leaned back.