He follows her into an unoccupied office and shuts the door behind them instead of questioning why he chose Lois to write his story. He mentions other times of heretofore unexplained weirdness he was responsible for, like when she was saved from the speeding car, or the time the barn door flew through the air. She's incredulous: "Yeah, right, what'd you do? Sneeze?" Well, yeah. She gets a chair and uses it to step up onto a desk in front of some supply shelves. She tells him, "The next time you have a liquid lunch, take the rest of the day off." She reaches up for some paper that's way out of reach. Clark whooshes over to help her by lifting up the desk. She looks stunned. Personally, I would probably yelp embarrasingly, but she turns and looks down at him, giving a strangled, "Whoa!" He drops the desk (breaking one of the casters on it) and whooshes over to catch Lois as she falls. She looks up at him and says, "Guess I should stop calling you 'Smallville,'" which makes it sound like she's figured out he's not really from there, but as we'll see in a minute this is not the case.

Some time after being put back on her own feet, she locks the office door and turns to look at Clark, arms crossed over her chest. Clark: "You're speechless. That's never a good thing." At least she's not bitching at you, Clark. Isn't that a good thing? Eh, maybe he's a masochist and likes it. She studies him and runs through a checklist. "All the disappearing acts, the half-baked excuses, all this time I just coughed it up (WTF?) to a classic case of Peter Pan Syndrome, but you're the opposite." She supposes he's a hero. He knows it's a lot to take, and approaches her almost apologetically, but she backs away from him. He says he wanted her to hear it from him first. She seems flattered and asks why she's the first one to be told. "Actually, Lois, you're not." Lana and Chloe already know. Lois thinks Clark has had a busy morning telling them, but he clarifies that they've known for a long time. As has Pete, although he's not mentioned. Lois asks, "What guns you got in your arsenal?" Clark confesses with a little pride: "I can blast fire out of my eyes." I wish he'd called eyejaculation. He says he can hear dogs barking miles away, see through solid objects, and run faster than the speed of sound. She tells him to rewind and explain about seeing through things. Here she covers her breasts with her hands. Please, sister. If he can see through solid objects, he can see through your hands. Plus, there have been times you showed those things off so much a blind man could have seen them. He says he has to focus to do it. She wonders how she hadn't put the pieces together before. "I lived with you. Now we practically work on top of each other. Have I been high this entire time?" He kindly doesn't answer in the affirmative, and says the important thing is she knows now and that she's the best reporter for the job. Will she write his story? "Consider it done," she says. "Tomorrow's front page will tell the tale of the red-and-blue meteor-infected hero." Now, didn't it seem like she realized she wasn't from around here before? But she's acting like she still thinks he's from Smallville. As she turns to go, Supermannish music plays and he stops her. He says seriously, "We should talk about where I'm from."