Her body tensed even more profusely with every point of his finger, and she began to realize that she had gotten in way over her head with this one. Jackson, Jackson had standards. He had rules. Joker didn't. Joker did what he wanted, when he wanted, and he was smarter than he looked - dangerous by any standards. Calling her out on her acquiring a weapon just in case, knowing just what buttons to hit; she had to stop her hand from tightening too severely around her wine glass.

"But, you hurt her. Why would you hurt her if you like her." That didn't bode well for Lisa, considering Joker apparently liked her as well. Why had she brought this up? Oh, right, an attempt to be in control of the situation. "Jackson doesn't know nearly as much about me as he thinks he does." That was a lie. A flat-out, blatant lie, but one that made her feel much better about the fact that he had apparently been running his mouth up and down to Joker. She was hesitant to accept his last comment as an actual compliment - was it meant to be a threat? It felt like one. Intimidation tactics, maybe. No, he wasn't that thoughtful. "It's part of my job description to stay level-headed. Having to deal with Jackson is good practice, you could say." She tried to speak calmly, normally, but there was a slight pitch in her voice of fear.