Dammit, Clark, stop being so damned likable. That Oh? That was likable. The phrasing was likable. Everything that came out of Superman's mouth was more earnest, honest, and likable than made sense coming out of a guy who could fly, was apparently invulnerable and could bench press a building.

He inclined his head back toward the wall, in prelude to starting walking that way. He hadn't intended to do this now - he was tired, nearly to the point of exhausted, but he was also not going to waste time. He had the agreement now, he may as well get it done.

"Not military. Ninjas." He was apparently going to give some kind of answer, whether he quite trusted this guy or not. "They didn't prepare me for zombies."

Though it was going to be a dry answer, that said he found it ridiculous himself.