[Clark reaches out for a fry on instinct, throwing it in his mouth and chewing, looking thoughtful. When she mentions breaking a door though he laughs loudly.] I guess that must run in the family. I broke a door off its hinges.

[Those poor Kryptonians, demolishing all forms of hardware in modern day apartments.] There's probably a lot to talk about. Maybe you could tell me a little about yourself? Where you're from, what your life was like.... that kind of thing. [Although realistically speaking asking for someone's whole life story was a little invasive.]