With his briefcase in hand, Clark weaves through the sidewalk of people. Muttering quiet, “Excuse me.” and “Sorry.” as he does. He’s running a few minutes behind as The Hammer Of Boravia decided to cause chaos this morning. A panicked expression is etched on his face as he approached the revolving doors of the Daily Planet building. Pushing through them until he makes it inside. His pace quickens as he approaches the elevators. Quickly slipping inside one that was filling with people. His hand pressing the button to the floor he needs.

As the doors open, he briskly walks out and heading straight for his desk. His hand lifts and he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His eyes and his head low as he walks through the desks to make it to his own. His posture a strong contrast to how he stands as Superman.