"Then apologize." She tries to pour her anger into her voice, to make the words commanding, but they come out as a simple statement. At least they have the benefit of being more level than her last attempt.

Hayley clenches her jaw in a vain effort to ease her nerves. His calm is hardly comforting. Although reminiscent of her old mentor, his darker self never changed much in that regard. He was colder and more distant than he seems and yet, even now, he seems to be approaching her with logic. Another experiment.

The thought almost makes her slam the door again. Instead she opens it another couple inches to rest the door against her arm, instead of simply clutching it with one hand. The feel of the solid barrier helps give some poor sense of security; it's all she can hope for with him here. With that thought, her eyes quickly scan the sky before returning to him, part of her expecting to see Kal-El hovering not far.