Clark nods, fighting the urge to bite his lower lip like he always does when he’s nervous. It’s been… a while, since he was actually nervous. Since Zod, probably, and by then he was more terrified than something as simple as ‘nervous’. It’s… well.

Unnerving.

“Maybe whatever they use to bring us here just started working. Or maybe they get rid of the last batch of people before bringing new people in? If they want to keep us clueless, that would be a great way to start. But all of this is a wild guess. We don’t even know who ‘they’ are.”