[Ecks stares openly at the Joker, gaze only flickering away long enough to look at the animal with him. Dog? Not a dog. She has not met this man before, but she knows who he is. Already she's looking him over for signs of weakness, noting the cough, the blood, the cadence of his breathing, the manner in which he leans on the wall. She does not pick up the shovel yet, but she is very aware of where she set it down.]
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Doctor House is not dead.