Her head still ringing like an anvil, Green Arrow took the kiss on the hand and the overload of information with all the gace and aplomb she could muster.  Which wasn't up to her usual standards, given her condition and her state of mind.<br/><br/>"...Thank you?" she tried, when this Sinestro character finished his spiel, trying to make sense of everything.  "Earth-1?  I'm not sure I...understand..."<br/><br/>Briefly, she entertained the idea that the Bat had tested some new gadget or gizmo of his on her during teir battle in the warehouse.  Hadn't Wayne Enterprises been rumored to be developing some kind of hallucinogenic aerosol drug some years back?  But not even Olivia Queen's deepest, darkest fantasies have come up with something so utterly bizarre as this place she now found herself facing.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to speak, but her previous run-in with the perils of smoke inhalation killed her words before they could form on her lips.  Despite how utterly undignified it looked, she couldn't help but hack up soot-flecked phlegm.  Her lugs groaned in protest, and her throat felt as raw as sandpaper.<br/><br/>She tried again.  "Is this Gotham?  Or am I still in Star City?  What corp operates this facility? I know it isn't one of mine... Is this one of Wayne's playhouses, or is it Luthor I should be worrying about?"