[b][u]January 1st, 10:29 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space[/u][/b]

With the conversation going on between the two metallic men, Preston found himself with little to do in this tiny air lock. The floors and walls had been inspected thoroughly and he wasn't going to disturb their little talk. Instead, Preston rose his ring to his face and spoke quietly into it. Not that he was hiding information from his host and fellow guest, but simply not to get in their way for the time being. 

[color=39b54a]"This is Preston Wesftield, Green Lantern of sector 2814 reporting in. I've made it to my... station, and am engaging with the current protectors of the planet."[/color] He spoke, waiting patiently for a response. 

[color=f6989d]"Good job, kid. I'm glad you made it there in one piece."[/color] A hearty laugh and a snort came from the other side, much to Preston's annoyance. [color=f6989d]"I guess I'm our fifty credits, but Tomar-Re is reaping in favoring you."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Thanks for the confidence, Kilowog."[/color] He stated dryly. His instructor still held no sympathy for him, even all the way out here. 

[color=f7941d]"Have you viewed your dad's notes on the planet yet? Humans are a breed all their own, and pretty isolated despite their level of technology."[/color] Tomar-Re, an old friend of Morgan's, cut into the call with his own suggestion. At least someone was on his side.

Despite them not being able to see him, Preston shook his head. [color=39b54a]"No. I've decided to experience Terran Culture without assista-"[/color]

And suddenly his ring burst with laughter. Not only from Kilowog, but also Tomar-Re, who chortled in the background. Preston groaned. 

[color=39b54a]"I'll report in again once I've made more progress."[/color]