If Bruce were the type, he'd be tapping his fingers nervously right now, not out of true anxiety, but his mind working too quickly in too many directions. He isn't, so he remains still and undisturbed, but he's still. Thinkingthinking. The ways they could substitute this or that. The time it's going to take. Prioritizing what to fix.

When he looks at Clark, his earnestness, he thinks even more.

"It'll be worth it," he agrees. "Even if not for what we've been thinking about."

It'll simply be worth it for Clark, and for the remains of Krypton. Then—

"Kelex, do you mean compatible materials on Earth as in, naturally occurring resources on the planet, or remains from other points of contact with celestially foreign bodies?"

"Both."