Lois didn't have time to turn herself into a wall to block Michael's path. When he pushed past her shoulder, she looked up to the heavens and hoped for some patience. With her editor breathing down her neck, and the threat of Chloe simply outdoing her, because, lets face it, Chloe's the better journalist and always will be, Lois was about ready to snap from all the pressure. She kept the door open a few moments longer in an attempt to somehow pinch herself awake from this particular nightmare. "An insult and a request all in the same sentence," she said. "You have quite some skill there, Westen."

She turned around and threaded her arms against her chest, head tilted and eyebrow arched to show how unimpressed she was. "I'm sure the favour was repaid the moment I saved your ass from being grilled."