It's dark, and this is one of the ones with scars, but the color scheme's a dead giveaway, and besides, he is one of her daddy. Pen runs right towards him, feathers trailing behind her.

"Yep!" says Pen. "Mostly more ones finded in nice bar."

"Now where's this locked door that's giving you such trouble?"

Pen leads him back to it. "Not working," she says, pointing at it.

Pen watches and giggles.

Soon enough, the door is unlocked; he opens it. A short, empty hallway opening onto a stairwell after a few feet: definitely not Milliways.

Pen looks. "No," she sighs. "Not working. Maybe somedoor other bars now."

"I wouldn't know," says the Joker. "Now how 'bout that breakfast?"

"Okay."

Pen follows him, wings swishing in her wake. "Kinda world you have?" she asks curiously.

"One where people don't have feathers."

"Am angel," Pen explains. "Like Mommy."

"I can see that. Your daddy's not an angel too? What is he instead?"

"He mortal," says Pen. "Some daddies other things!"

"Yeah? Other things like what?"

"Ummmm. Ghosty!" says Pen, who identifies "Ghosty" as both the individual's name and as her apparently single-person species. "Annnnd dragon. And magic... thing, forget word. And red tallest one have wings! And Beast have softs. But, mostly mortals."

He laughs. "How 'bout that. A dragon, really? How big?"

Pen looks around for something to compare Ansharil to. "He big. Other dragons more big..."

"Taller'n me? Taller thannn two of me?"

Pen eyeballs his height. "Yyyyes. Except, dragon, so - tall wrong word."

"Yeah, I bet," he says. "Still, that's pretty big."

"Yeah!"