She stands ready to move in anyone who wishes to attend this new party.
Glass stands ready to receive them.
"Hear that, Harley? Glass is going to tell you and your alts stuff about how you work," Elspeth murmurs to the baby Joker in her arms.
Ghosty's attention arrives on the scene, and a moment later she coaelsces and waves to Glass and Elspeth and Harley.
Glass peers at her, and Harley, and hmmms, and issues no immediate pronouncements, but she does say, "Hi, Ghosty."
"Hi," she murmurs.
"Your - ah, maybe, but I think I'm getting a clear enough read without him," says Glass. "If he's not busy, yes, if he is, don't bother..." She takes a step back. She frowns at Harley.
"...No," says Glass. "I don't know. I don't think so - I need to see the rest of them."
Ansharil walks over from his previous corner of the meadow and settles into a comfortable curl; Aianon sits down on his folded foreclaws.
"Is there - something you two and maybe Harley and none of the others so far - have in common?"
[We should probably have most of this conversation by brainphone,] says the Joker. [We're not a kid-friendly bunch when you start talking history. Obvious thing is, Micaiah and Jellybean have never been raped.]
Glass swallows, and looks at Harley again.
[...I think that attractor has decided they're probably inaccessible. It hasn't decided that about Harley.]