Clark - now clean, but still wearing the Suit - settled on top of one of the tall Metropolis buildings. He folded his cape around his shoulders, crossed his forearms over his arched knees, and stared ahead, his eyes fixed on the door of the Daily Planet building.
Ooooh! Moping Clark™!
His answer had come a few minutes later.
Huh. One wants to say ‘no’ but things indicate ‘yes’?
He'd failed so comprehensively that not only had he continued his surveillance, he'd increased it by listening to their conversation.
Michael
