"Intrigued: We can discuss later," Joker responds, but there's too much genuine humor underneath it all to maintain that Elcor flatness. "For now -- yeah. Splint."

Tattooed women who run around in next to nothing is pretty par for the course. Jack, after all, is on the Normandy somewhere. Not Joker's favorite person, by any means, but she lets the girls roam pretty free, and Joker's not one to diss a free show (especially if it involves potential catfights with Miranda, who elevates the 'girls' to 'mature women, thank you' in comparison) when it's available. He'd just prefer it not be A: ultraviolent, or B: covered in blue gel. It's just how he rolls.

"Aberdeen, huh? You can call me Joker."