She resents him a little more for not meeting her mood, for remaining logical and collected through her outburst. It immediately tempers her own attitude, quieting her voice and allowing her vitriol to mix with both weariness and sadness as she continues, two emotions she feels more than she'll admit.

"Tell me what difference it'll make, Jor-El. Tell me why it matters why I attacked him." Because it doesn't matter, in a way. Of course she has reasons and they matter to her, but the actions should speak for themselves. Clark's the only one who deserves to know why she did it and he's not the one asking, even if Jor-El is, in some ways, closer to Hayley than his son.

"Because if you're judging me based on merit and accomplishments? Then shouldn't this just be one more action to judge me by?" She pauses, hands balling into fists at her side to ease some of the aggression no longer in her tone. "I'm not one of your science experiments."