'Where's the gang activity concentrated?' Trapped or not, he has a duty, and it wasn't so long ago that bigger gangs threatened the galaxy. He thinks of Amon Sur and a dark expression briefly flickers across his face, but at hearing the costume called cool, he brightens, like the smile had never left. 'It's a uniform, actually. I'm.. uh--' how did you explain Green Lanterns to somebody who'd never met one? '--the law, where I'm from.' Nothing about the ring. He'd met too many people who wanted to kill him, recently.