Did I mention the whole "they were pretty clearly driven a little nuts by the radioactive pieces of your blown-up planet"?

He's fifteen. He's fifteen, the media is hanging him out to dry, and whatever the police and facts find out about it, he's getting screwed over because he's a Newcomer, he's used to being ostracized, from what I saw not used to standing up for himself. Someone's got to stretch out a hand to him.

And you ask if he's a kid just because he's being charged with something I doubt he ever intended to do?

[She gives him a flat look. He's taking this way, way too lightly.]

You took the risk anyway.

[Lois doesn't even bother pretending it doesn't shake her.

After a moment, she bites her lip, voice much quieter.]

Could you do anything if he lost it?