Jonathon Crane sat with his head pressed to the glass of his cell so he could see the new patient.
His back was to the glass, and his head was turned just enough so Crane could see the paint had been scrubbed from his face. It looked as if he were searching the edges of his mouth with his own tongue.
Might have been mumbling to himself as well.
"If you have a question, bag-head, ask it."
"You've taken a liking to Doctor Quinzel."
Joker looked Crane's way and smiled. "You do want to get out of here, don't you?"
