"So cruel." Lazily, she flings the gate open with the tips of her fingers. "I wonder how ya would feel if I ended up gettin' hurt, little ol' me on my lonesome. I'm not much of a fighter at all." It's said in a kind of lilting tone, that which hints at all sorts of bullshit... but it's true, too. Joker has learned a lot about her abilities like this, with radiance burning at her back to push her forward, and she's mostly learned that her powers don't lend well to physical combat. More through trial and error than experience, she's glad to say...

Good thing that she doesn't need to really worry here and now.

Here, in this part of the building, the influence is a little less obvious. The lights still burn neon pink, but it's not so garishly vaporwave, now. The walls are the same old cheap office walls, and the carpet is worn and plain. There are even doors. If not for the elevator-like structure there interrupting it all, it'd almost be same ol' same ol'. Joker surveys it all casually.

"Guess it must still be around here."