"I could use wine. Wine's one of the major food groups, isn't it?" she says, as if reading his mind. Either way she'll be hitting the sauce as soon as she gets out. Probably in private, rather than in the public realm of the tavern.

"Oh, please, like we want to put up with the hassle of another election," she teases, then realizes that given Superman's death, it might have come across as insensitive.