She gives him a pointed look at his word, the closest thing she can give to gratitude right now. Then Hayley is sipping at her coffee again to hide her self-satisfaction at knowing the Kryptonite is safely encased in lead, where it can't harm anyone. For all her fuck ups, at least she managed to do something right.

"Oh," she says finally, setting her mug on the table as before. Any expression of contentedness has been wiped from her expression when she turns to look at him. "I'll make sure it doesn't accidentally hurt anyone."