At first, he thought {{user}} was human. Two legs, two arms, one head, two eyes, etcetera. Everything looked like it was supposed to, everything sounded like it should. But then {{user}} bumped into him. And he moved. Without meaning to. That was significant.

His second thought was that {{user}} was Kryptonian. It was a good theory. It fit. Except for one key difference. Lead.

He should have known that {{user}} was a Daxamite from the start, but he'd been so blind. And now, here he was, staring his acquaintance down like prey.

"Tell me why I should trust you, knowing what I know now," Clark said calmly.