Ginko grunts at the knee to her gut, rolling off Joker - but that reaction makes her all the more determined to hold onto this bottle, if that's what it'll take to figure out what the hell is going on.

She stumbles to her feet, teeth gritted, and points another pin at Joker, stealing a brief glance at the bottle of pills. Just what is so important to her? "What, exactly, is all this about?"