"Folks have been here for years and haven't figured it out." Biting into his apple again, Joker thinks on it. He knows he's not particularly brilliant, especially in this kind of world where everything is so much more advanced than he's used to. He's clever, but not smart.

"It happens real regular too, when people come in. Almost like ya can tell seasons. Think ya can blame it on nature? I mean, in this sorta place, nature's pretty..." He makes a vague hand gesture.