"Braniac... is more recognizable, yeah." She bites down on the inside of her cheek again, gives his hand another squeeze and lets it go, scratching at her scars from under her sleeve.

It's time for Victor to pull out the crisis-voice. You know the crisis-voice. Like people who talk folks down from jumping off buildings, the crisis-voice is calm, warm, certain, and without question. It's a pretty great contrast to how she can't stop messing with her arm. "You couldn't've known that the box was a trap. Even if you opened it, certainly Brainiac would've found another way to get the kryptonite into Clark. It must've been on some sort of homing system, anyway."