"Because, I'm not doing something just because he told me to." Lisa responded with more venom than she had intended. Taking a moment to recover, she drank from her glass. The wine was better than she expected from the Joker, and she was beginning to seriously doubt his motives for coming to Miami because of it. "I don't really play sports anymore - yoga, mostly." It was a peaceful diversion while she gathered her thoughts on the situation with Jackson and why she was explaining to Joker of all people. Did she really need someone to talk to that badly? She opened her mouth to speak, then reconsidered and shut it several times before she actually found the right words.

"Call me crazy, but I'm having a hard time getting used to this hostage business." Her voice was wry, "and being saved by Jackson isn't high on my list of ways I'd like to spend my weekend." Neither was having the Joker as a house guest, but she kept that to herself. Lisa was beginning to realize just how desperately she needed to get out more. "After four days of listening to him, I think I've earned the right to do the exact opposite."