Excuses, excuses.

"Maybe," Lois shrugs. "Most people seem to know what it is, at least."

She thumbs the inside her –– well, Smallville's –– Legion ring, subtly twisting it around on her finger. Time travel. Before this place, it had firmly been in the realm of things that aren't possible, regardless of how much Lois had seen in the past five years.

"There's probably at least a few experts on the subject here."