At the confirmation, Joker can only heave out a sigh. Well, there, it’s a little different. He’d like to not talk about the whole blasted mess, but sometimes, well. Sometimes people really do need to know about the dirty things. If it were any other department, literally anywhere else, well, he’d stick to his guns, dance around the subject, and make a casual excuse to get them away from the whole messy subject.

But the Nightriders….

Clicking his tongue, he lets his head loll to the side. “So ya just want ta know about the race, then? Nothin’ else?”