Lex was dressed casually in slacks and a button down Oxford, no tie.
So, where’s the straight jacket?
“I hardly would have recognized you.”
That would have been the point. Next time, maybe she should *shave* her head?
as the other tugged down the hem of the hospital gown.
Yes. A short, thin, hospital shift. That’s a problem when faced with a psychotic madman who’s likely got a sexual fixation on you. You should not, repeat, *not* worry about your haircut, though.
“Ari said that she had convinced you to join us.”
Is that hospital speak?
“You’re dead,” she finally exclaimed.
Well…yes. But not really, as you can see.
Lois pulls out the pair is very pointy scissors. “Let’s fix that.”
“If Gretchen ever reanimated that body, which was stolen from the morgue, she’d have been in for a rude awakening
Oh dear.
You see, I wasn’t with you the night you got caught by the terrorists at Daily Planet. That wasn’t me.”
“I’ll be holding on to these,” he said, and slipped the key ring into the pocket of his slacks.
But…But…
Lois slipped the jacket on. Anything was better than this nightgown.
/wonders if it’s an open-back night gown/
“You’ll need these I’m afraid, Lois,” Lex said, leaning against the doorframe to his apartment, rattling the keys.
He sounds way too cheerful. Is he a resident here?
“Come with me and you’ll be safe from the bullies with the Tasers.”
Ugh.
This is the lesser of two evils, Lois?
Well…Out there, they’re playing with her mind. In here, all she has to do is put out a bit for Lex.
I needed a place to lay low until I could figure out a way of not being dead,
I’m sure Clark would have had a few suggestions. It’s a rather common problem, actually.
Is it still peeking if he uses the CCTV?
“Physical intimacy isn’t high on her list, though. She’s more of the lie there and take it type.”
