Wonderful!
For long, agonizing moments, Lois just looked at him with an unreadable expression. However, as he was planning a packing list of things he would take with him as he left, after allowing her to beat the snot out of him with noodles cooked in Kryptonite juice, she suddenly smirked before sauntering out of the demolished vault, hips swaying in a predatorily pleased gait.
I loved this! Planning what he was going to pack, and Lois beating the snot out of him with noodles cooked in kryptonite juice!
This was such a great story! I'd never even entertained the thought that Clark was claustrophobic, but now that I think about it, it makes sense.
