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Clark is in a sickeningly good mood. There may be whistling. It's probably not because he's restocking the kitchen cupboards with the latest canned goods obtained in town earlier.

He may or may not tell you actually why, depending on who you are and how you ask.

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Clark watches her, amused.

"I was thinking my way might be faster."

Eden glances back at him--

-- oh, right, superhuman everything.

She cannot keep up with all your powers, Clark!

Sheepishly she mutters, "Ah. Right."

Sometimes, Clark can't either.

"Well, unless you'd rather drive for three hours each way," he teases gently.

Eden needs to make a chart.

"Since I'm not sure if the radio stations are up, I'd rather not."

"Just news, really and not all the time."

He walks to her and gives her a small smile. "So, picking up and all that, you're still okay with?" Pause. "Just to make sure."

"I can deal," Eden replies - though when Clark does pick her up, she'll be a bit tense for a moment. Being close to a man she's not trying to seduce is weird.

Well, Clark appreciates the lack of seduction. And luckily for Eden, the trip doesn't last long and she's set down on the sidewalk of a small side street.

"I wasn't sure exactly what you were wanting to see, but we're pretty much right downtown."

Clark is a lot of things to Eden - saviour, hero type she's both jealous of and awed by, superpowered guy - but her feelings aren't romantic.

"It's perfect." She takes in everything she can, trying to place if Metropolis is an alternate of some city she knows. For now she focuses more on the features than the people.

"Thanks," she says, looking up at him.

Metropolis is, or was, a very clean, bright city, right on the forefront of modern architecture and advancement.

"No problem," he smiles back. "Anything in particular you want to see or I can point out for you?"

"Places to live that aren't riddled with gangs?" Eden asks, and she's only half-joking.

Clark nods to the north-east of where they are. "You'll want to avoid up that way, then. That's Suicide Slums. It's gotten a bit worse since everything happened."

Then he thinks for a minute and finally indicates due south. "There are some pretty nice places down there, but I really don't have any idea what's available." He shrugs, slightly sheepish. "I've never actually done this before since I never left home, but Chloe lives around there. I can ask her, if you want."

"If you could, I'd love you forever," Eden says, distractedly. She's got a few twenties. That should be enough to survive for a while. And she's going to be surviving the right way, damnit.

"Or the address of a relief agency or two. Unless there's some alternate me hanging around - or was - I don't have my bank account anymore."

Clark just smiles slightly at the figure of speech and then points up to a very tall, bright, blue windowed building.

"That's LuthorCorp Plaza, tallest building in Metropolis. Generally speaking, anything you might need won't be far from that, so it's a good land marker. There's one of those medical set-ups I mentioned around there," he glances back at her, "and there's a relief centre, too. They'd probably have information on where to get food and other necessities."

Eden sobers at the mention of medical facilities, and nods when Clark's done.

"Okay. So, do you want to meet up in LuthorCorp Plaza in a few hours? Hopefully I'll have everything-- well, I'll start to have things sorted out by then."

"Uh, we can meet at the Daily Planet. It's right beside LuthorCorp, big globe on top." Then he adds after a moment, "It's a newspaper office. Chloe works there."

She musters a small smile. "Daily Planet it is, then."

She'd normally add something like 'it'd be nice to meet Chloe', or 'wow, glad society's getting back on track', but she's a little preoccupied right now.

"So let's say...three hours? Three and a half. I have no idea how long reorganizing an entire life takes." She forces herself to keep smiling and ignore the thought of however long I have a life.

"It'll take time, Eden, but you'll get there. We all will," he offers a sympathetic smile. "But sure, three and a half hours sounds fine."

Eden really, really wants to believe Clark.

"That's a good way to think about it," she replies, though her tone is too doubtful for her to believe it. "Thanks."

And with a wave, she turns and walks into the crowd.

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