Hayley hadn't thought about the speed being a disadvantage in terms of being able to steal the weapon. She tries not to focus on it, telling herself that there's no relevant threat right now. The gun doesn't need to be perfected. It can be left as an emergency Plan B. She opts not to mention that it creates a field rather than a projectile or how easy it is to mistake for something else. Instead, she gives him a frown.

"I told you I asked for it after I attacked him, not like, way later. I didn't know how you or Jor-El or whoever would react and I was more worried about the killer than anyone else. I know it wasn't Superman, but it was still his powers and if it happens again.." Her expression darkens slightly. "I can deal with assholes. I can't deal with powers. Not without help."

Help like the Tony Stark gun kind, not help like the Superman kind. She's had her fill of heroes lately. Even Bart, who gets a major pass for being her friend, can aggravate her need to get away from all the hero crap sometimes.

Hayley shifts and flops back onto the back of the couch, similar to his posture, beside him but with plenty of space between them. She looks over at him, tired more than anything else. "Why are you here right now?"