Delirium started walking on her hands and followed behind the man - Alfred sprang into her mind from...somewhere, sometime else, how she knew he knew she knew him and his name didn't really matter anyway. She threw herself off the floor and sort of fell up, landing and fluidly wrapping herself around a low-hanging stalactite.
"So this is their gallery, then, is it?..." she said musingly, eyes fixed on a large card framed against the cave wall next to her. "They're awf'ly quiet. Maybe if they talked they could entertain your don't-often-visitors with some stories." She was really looking quite hard at the joker-head on that card.