So polite, these practically ominpresent attendants. Joker sprawls himself into the seat, looking perfectly at home for all that he has no idea of what exactly he’ll be playing. Hopefully they don’t have to put down anything- he didn’t exactly bring any money with him. Not even the Atlantean coins. Oh well, maybe the Host can put that to rest, too.

“I think I’m a bit late ta win, then,” he says, faintly amused, “but hell, pass me a hand when this round’s done. I take it the Angel of Death is pretty easy ta spot, huh?”