[Crane notices the attempt to pry for information - the natural, gentle line of questioning that slips in as a response to his question. The tilt of the alien's head. The evasion of his own question, which still had to be answered. He turns over in his head the response he'd been given.

Maybe: a word that can be interpreted any number of ways, but as an answer it's nebulous. It's a word he'd used himself.

To Bruce Wayne, in fact.

He tilts his head, mirroring Superman's subconscious behavior. He elects to mirror his language, too.]

Maybe, but I'm not really free to explore. That's the perils of my work. Sometimes it just gets on top of you. [It's hard to work, really, when you're strapped to a medical bed.] Why aren't you allowed near Gotham? Does someone have you spooked?