"I expected to bring him to his knees and for him to pass out, yeah, but not like, for him to be sick or whatever." It's a half mumbled response. Hayley does feel some measure about guilt about that, knowing he's Clark and that she's made him sick for who knows how long. No one told her that little detail. Not that she can really blame them.

Hayley retrieves her coffee again. Then, grumpily, she slides from the arm of the chair to actually sit on one side of it. Her eyes fall to her drink, and she glances to the chair across from her, a silent invitation for Jor-El to sit if he chooses.