Jennifer slid the files over to herself and, drink still in hand, flipped them open to look while Dinah spoke. She disliked the idea of the Asylum in general, but that it was being used again didn't bode well for anybody, she didn't think. The last time it had been operational, they'd all ended up inside.
She looked at Crane's picture and didn't think that he looked all that dangerous. He just looked like a geek, really. A cute geek, but he was tall and thin and not menacing. That didn't mean she wouldn't trust Dinah's word, and treat him like a potential criminal.
"No worries." Her eyes flicked to Dinah at the mention of the toxin. "I have no desire to be hit with anything else if I can help it. This place throws enough shit at us for me to go running blindly into a fear toxin on purpose."
Jennifer read the file on Enigma next, and felt like the girl sounded a lot like Harleen Quinzel. Deranged. Good at fighting. Tiny and cute. There didn't seem to be any notes about her involvement with the Joker, though. Maybe she didn't have contact with him. Or maybe they just didn't know about it.
"I'll keep an eye on her." Jennifer promised. "But are you really sure that you want to try to convert her? This isn't exactly petty crime this girl has a past with."