"Hm?" Turning to find the source of the voice, Genie found the last person he expected find be here: Death himself. "WHOA!" he cried in surprise, leaping right out of his shoes -er, sandals, rather. Now he knew what good a jump he must have given the poor citizen back in the booth, or at least had an idea.

Catching himself in midair, he, unfortunately, found he could not catch his belongings as well. His map and journal tumbled to the ground beside his now forgotten flip flops as the genie quickly zipped toward the Grim Reaper. He circled the psychopomp many times curiously.

"Of all people, I certainly wasn't expecting you to be here." the genie finally said, giving the old bag of bones a good slap on the back. "Do you ever know how to make an entrance."

Reeling himself in closer, he brought his arm over Death. "How's it hangin', Grim? And, if you don't mind me asking, why so serious?"

The now white, Joker faced genie's intention was only to kid, for he had not forgotten Death's warning. Given who it was from, Genie knew it was quite serious. Though, he would surely like to know what was responsible for such caution. What were these recent events he had mentioned?

He licked his red, poorly painted lips before brushing his loose green hair from his face and speaking again. "What is it everyone here is up to nowadays, hm?"