Diana scrambled to her feet as the many different heroes started appearing in the room - pulling her bustier up over her breasts with one arm while the other covered up down below. It seems only what she was wearing was teleported. Fortunately, that included her belt, her lasso - tied around her waist by Grundy, and her Tiara. Though the golden coronet was hooked around her ankle at the moment.<br/><br/>"Um, me too?" She asked as she tried, unsuccessfully, to get the Watchtower's robots' attention. Thinking quickly, she tried something similar to what the tall blonde had said. "Watchtower, dispatch clothes, please."<br/><br/>Another robot slid around a corner with a star spangled outfit and rolled up to her. As another flash revealed the nerd, she turned sideways and slipped the bottoms on, leaving the rest in the robot's arms. Sliding them quickly up her legs, Diana came to an unfortunate realisation. They didn't fit. Sighing to herself, she quickly tied a knot in the one side of the panties so at least they'd stay up.<br/><br/>The demands of modesty sated, she turned back towards the rest, particularly the red skinned alien she recognised as Sinestro, a noted and feared ring wielder. If she hadn't seen him appear after her, Diana would have probably suspected him most of all.<br/><br/>"Speak then. Explain to us what you think," she asked in her clipped, Queen's English accent. "Tell us how we got-" another flash as the Atlantean appeared, "-continue to arrive her. Also, why would you think we are a group needing to be led?"<br/>