Of course it has to come back to Kal-El. Hayley cringes slightly at the name, frowning. Then she scrubs her tears away as he continues, slowly regaining control of herself. Her heart has stopped pounding. Her hands ache. She feels exhausted from the surge of adrenaline and cortisol in her system now wearing down. She sighs and lifts her hands to scratch at her hair, then grabs two fistfuls and pulls at it angrily, kind of wanting to scream.

It's basically a full on meltdown. While not the first she's had since coming, it's the first to take place in front of someone else. Jor-El's probably not the best person for it to happen with, she realizes, but it's not exactly something she can control.

"You're scared of your own powers?" She huffs, dropping her hands. "Do you even- I mean, I get it, but- Are you seriously-"

It's hard to speak with so many thoughts racing through her head. Part of her resents that it's Jor-El and not Clark here. As fond as she's become of the man here with her, Clark was the closest thing she had to a real caretaker and she misses that, knowing it's entirely her own fault.

"Will you sit, please?" Hayley snaps. Maybe he'll be less intimidating then. Maybe he'll seem less perfectly composed, less judgmental, and less apt to destroy her at any minute.