Kyle was used to uniforms and the like, but whatever he was wearing now was a bit odd. He was just going to ignore it for now, if he really needed to change it he could. This ship had somehow managed to get a hold of his ring (really, shouldn’t that have gone directly to Mogo…) which he was thankful for. A lantern without his ring was like a sundae without the cheery or Elvis with broken hips, it just didn’t work.

After being ushered to get his belonging (which included his power battery…luckily, did anyone really want Parallax running around free?) Kyle stepped through the door. HE wasn’t sure what to expect, but he certainly wasn’t going to run through guns blazing…. That was Guy’s job anyway.