"So now you want to make sure I don't hurt him again, right? Keep an eye on me? Kill me?" She thinks on that a moment, setting her coffee down again. "No, I don't really think you would hurt me. But I do think you would spy on me and tell them what I'm doing or if I did anything suspicious or where the rock might be."

Hayley frowns a little, disappointed with her entirely biased assessment of him. "I want to like you, Jor-El, but I don't know if I can ever really trust that you wouldn't throw me under a bus if your son wanted you to. Metaphorically, obviously."