There's something almost poetic about the situation, Jor-El offering to teach her. It's the opportunity he might have had with Kal-El in a different circumstance. Now she's the one learning from him instead, the one who attacked the son who was raised by an ordinary human family. Sounds like the stuff of comic books.

Hayley lifts her hands to readjust the cape ever so slightly. Then she wraps the excess width around herself as much as she can while sitting, admiring the feel of it. Her smile remains as she tilts her head. "Why did you give me this?"