Unsupervised

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The ladies made a quick trip by their hotel to pack. On the way, Lena made a call that had the plane fueling and getting prepped for their departure. Lois was happily surprised that the car keys were readily handed over to her for the return trip, but Lena's immediate use of the laptop explained why. More math was done which involved some 3D-modeling, and by the time they'd reached the airport, a possible image of the electrical generator was prepared.

As they boarded the plane and took non-adjoining seats, the earlier tension continued to ride uncomfortably between them. Lena sat with her laptop, typing away and filling the cabin with the 'click-clack' of each keystroke. For several minutes, it was the only sound that stretched between them. Just when it had become nearly overwhelming, and Lois was about to break the silence, Lena abruptly stood and crossed the cabin.

Stopping next to Lois, Lena held out the laptop to the reporter. "Here."

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Lois asked as she awkwardly took the laptop. It was lighter than expected, and she held it easily with one hand.

"It's a laptop, Lois."

"Gee, thanks. I know it's a laptop, brainiac. I may not be able to calculate pi out to a hundred digits—"

"A hundred?" Lena scoffed.

"Shut up. Why are you handing it off to me?"

"When you spoke to Batman..." Lena paused, her face softening for just a moment before the Luthor mask slipped into place again and she cleared her throat. "At any rate, you said you'd be sending communications. As time is critical, I assume you'll want to do so immediately. I've created a secure login for you on my system. Your first and last name, one word all lowercase letters, are your username, and the last four digits of your social security number are your default password, but you'll have to change that as soon as you log in."

"You don't know my social security number."

Rolling her eyes, Lena continued as if Lois hadn't spoken. "You can send anything from this securely. It won't be trackable."

"Which means...?"

"Which means that if you want to email things to Batman, I won't be able to trace it. Of course, you only have my word on that."

Placing the laptop on the desk in front of her, Lois nodded. "Your word is good enough for me."

"Thank you. I've left the 3D-model I built on the desktop so you can send it as an attachment. There's another file there that explains my best... estimates. I hate to use the word guess. It has my best estimates on weight given the information we gathered, but I simply don't have all the data. It's what I would have used to build it."

"Good enough for me! Anything else?"

"No. I'm going to try and get some sleep. I'm exhausted. I expect you are also. Do you need anything else?"

"This is great. Thanks, Luthor." When Lena winced visibly, Lois opened her mouth to say something, but the younger woman was already gone across the cabin.

Reaching above the seats, Lena opened an overhead compartment. "Blankets and pillows are above you. The seats recline fully and are surprisingly comfortable. Goodnight, Lois." Without another word, Lena turned off the light above her area, grabbed her bedding, reclined her seat, and tucked in.

"Night... Lena," Lois muttered quietly with a sigh as she turned away, looking back to the laptop. After a moment of hesitation, she signed in, following the instructions Lena had given her, and then chose herself a new password.