Jim saw it as well and shoved himself up from the table - unafraid, but on alert. "Clark. Vernis'. My dolzhny znat', chto vy slyshite!"

Already, Jim's mind was going to how long it would take him to dress, to put on his tac suit, to arm himself, to run to the address Clark had marked. Minutes, he thought, if that. He wasn't as fast as Clark, but he was still faster than a normal human. The most time-intensive of the tasks would be arming himself - but he needed to know if that was necessary first. Both he and Lois needed him to come back to the apartment where they sat and tell them what he'd heard.