"Ha, thanks for tryin' ta cheer me up, Syrlya." He reaches over to pat him on the shoulder, once again ignoring personal boundaries. He doesn't regret it. Now, his creeping and eternal pessimism? well, he regrets that a little bit. Yet his brain can't help picking at it again and again, and how far they all might have to twist their morals. With Psi having left as he did, well. It weighs on a guy.

"I suppose we have the element of surprise," Joker muses. "We're the underdogs, aren't we?" And some of them are absolutely bonkers, especially when backed into a corner. Power doesn't mean anything if you don't exert it all, and smartly. "Well, hopefully we'll get that chance. It'll be nice ta have more victories under our belts, and with minimal death or injury."

To ask for none? Listen, this is as far as his actual optimism goes.

"And if not that, a chance ta relax, right?" He flashes a grin at him. "Have ya been doin' that much yerself?"