It doesn't even occur to her that Jor-El has all the powers of Superman. Even though she knows it to be true, she's entirely oblivious right now to how much he can hear, the accelerated heart rate and slowed breathing. She doesn't react to his movement, not scared of him so much as the idea of trusting him. Her muscles remain tense.

"Get out," she replies softly at first, still sharp, but then the girl immediately defaults to anger. Without hesitation, Hayley moves forward to close the distance between them, planting her hands on his chest just long enough to give him a shove. It's the kind of move that, on an average man, would be noticeably halfhearted. "Get out!"