Sinestro tried to answer Green Arrow's questions as best he could.  "Your universe; all universes, are part of a larger multiverse.  You have been pulled from your home dimension into this alternate dimension, where all organized superpowered crimefighters have been killed."  He said, hoping it would make things... a little bit easier.  She was suffering from smoke inhalation, and could use some oxygen.  Possibly a session in a hyperbaric chamber.  "As I have explained, you are in space, in a satellite called the watchtower.  It is the home base of the Justice League, an organized group of crime fighters, and in large part funded by Wayne enterprises.  That has little bearing on our activities, though."  Sinestro said, unsure what connection Wayne Enterprises could have with what was going on.<br/><br/>"I suggest we take you to the medical bay.  I have a basic training in medicine, and should be able to find equipment with which to administer oxygen."  Sinestro offered, worried of the risk of permanent damage if she didn't have mechanical assistance to siphon off soot and ash before it coated her lungs.  "Do you have any other injuries?"  The Prince asked, deciding hastily that emergency medical treatment trumped trying to herd the steadily growing group of cats in the room.