There the table sat, seated with the six members. Superwoman sat with her long, muscular legs crossed up on the councils table and checking her nails. Owlman studied the room in silence, or occasionally checking his forearm vambrace, his long cape draping over the backrest of his chair. Ultraman, the main leader, sat postured at the mid-section of the table and glared around a bit, as if pissed off. Who knows? Johnny Quick was eating a sandwich in silence albeit loud chewing, and finally, J'edd J'arkus was staring soullessly toward Johnny Quick in radio-silence.

Ultraman's throat cleared and rippled through the air, attracting attention, although Superwoman just gave a huff and ignored. ..So....