The oxygen had helped a lot, and Green Arrow was feeling a lot better as she exited the medibay and moved back towards the meeting hall.  She had spent her time well; once she'd cleaned her assorted scrapes and bruises, she'd read up on this universe's version of herself.  Oliver Queen --<em>Oliver.</em>She was a<em>man</em>here -- had a long and virtuous list of deeds behind his name, both as a costumed individual and a businessman.  Olivia normally thought virtues were boring, and where she came from, "philanthropist" was one of the worse slurs you could attach to someone's name, but it was intriguing how<br/><br/><em>Imagine,</em>she marvelled, boot heels clicking and echoing from the walls.<em>In this universe, we all work together.</em>Briefly, she entertained the notion of Queen Industries, Wayne Enterprises, Luthorcorp, Prince Incorporated and other assorted corporations all banding together for the sake of the world.  But she couldn't get past the image of the Bat trying to dominate everything with a pair of breasts, Wonder Woman pulling out the whips and chains to fight back, and Lex Luthor with Kara-El and Kal-El chained to his throne.  She shook her head.  It would never work on her Earth.  Never.<br/><br/>She slipped into the meeting room, her hood still down around her shoulders and her platinum hair once again fixed into its proper coif.  Her eyes were drawn to the portrait of Oliver Queen, and the chair beneath it that bore an embossed arrow on its back.  Though it seemed like others were departing, she couldn't help but cross the room and take a seat in her counterpart's chair... just to see what it felt like.