[ The man with the black hood has a very penetrating stare, and his eyes are dark enough that the tracking movement of his gaze is just barely visible. He's following the patterns of the mask as if they hold meaning for him, and as the joke comes to an end, his gaze moves back to where Rorschach's eyes are behind it. He was already smiling, of course, but now he throws his head back and laughs, delighted. The right audience for the wrong joke, it seems. ]

I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't heard that one before, but not for a long, long time. Does a heart good to hear it again. Thank you kindly, sir. And may the god of dead dogs bless all the little children.