Julien pauses, his palps slacking and a couple of spectral eyes opening in surprise and dismay. His normal, human expression just looks mildly concerned. "Oh. You don't remember any of it, do you?"

There's such a sense of isolation to that realization. Julien hasn't spoken to any of the others about the hunt. Maybe he's the only one who remembers. It's better that way, anyway.

He draws his palps back up by the sides of his face and closes the extra eyes, and gives Joker a smile. It's too late to claim he doesn't remember anything either, so he downplays. It's not important. "Lucky! It's just as well."