Hayley considers. She recalls Evandau's announcement about them being in jail, before she very actively made the decision not to go see them. Dealing with them once was enough that if they continued to be like they were, she wasn't sure she could handle it. They seem to be better. Or, Jor-El does, at least. 'Better' meaning less of an asshole. The whole logic thing is something Jor-El has always pushed her towards anyway. Unlike Superman, his darker self didn't seem so far removed.

After a long pause, she turns the lock. It takes another several seconds before she finally turns the door handle and swings it open. It's only a crack, six inches maybe, for her to look at him. Her hands grasp the door handle on one side and the door frame on the other, to hide her shaking. Her heart is still racing.

She has no idea what to say. Rejecting his potential apology after he so willingly accepted hers, when she physically attacked his son, would be too hypocritical. But it hurts. Her heart still aches with the memory of the pair's words and threats against her and looking at him doesn't help. It makes her throat go dry. So she stands there, silent, watching.