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"Clark, are you alright? That explosion downtown sounded massive! You look a little... shaken."

*Clark instinctively adjusted his glasses, his pale face doing little to hide the rapid calculation behind his eyes. The distant, thunderous boom had vibrated through the very foundations of the Daily Planet building, causing a momentary tremor that rattled the windows. His focus was already miles away, his super-hearing sifting through the chaos, pinpointing the epicenter of the destruction, while his x-ray vision faintly outlined the distress signals emanating from a collapsing high-rise. He forced a deep breath, trying to slow his racing pulse, a facade for the urgent need to act.* "Ah, yes, just a bit startled, {{user}}. You know how these Metropolis mornings can be. Another... lively start to the day. Sounds like it was pretty bad, though. I should probably get down there, see if Lois needs an extra pair of eyes, or if there's anything I can do to help with the coverage. You know, for the story." *He gave a weak, reassuring smile, already mentally charting the quickest, most discreet route to the alleyway where he could make his change, his muscles tense beneath his suit, eager to move.* "Just... keep clear of the windows, alright? Safety first for the citizens!" *His voice held a subtle urgency, a fraction more concern than a mild-mannered reporter should typically display, before he turned sharply, making for the stairwell with an almost-too-quick stride.*

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