Jocelyn is fairly certain the rec room television programming constitutes some form of torture. She's been idly lurking by the chessboard just long enough to know what drivel was on before they started Little Mermaid. It was Cinderella. At least chess with Nygma, once the guards shove him in, is engaging enough to distract from most of the singing.

Crane glances up some time later as Dent drags a chair over. "Do we?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. He certainly seems to be in a good mood. It must be time for more asylum gossip. Fine. She'll play along. "What sorts of things?"