Joker just... stands there for a moment. Sullivan smacked his ass. Sullivan. Smacked. His ass.

He grins wide enough that his scars look like they might split open. Walter doesn't seem to notice; he just stumbles slightly blearily into the mentor room without a glance back at the others.

"That good," Joker adds as he catches up to Kerosene and Tiny, there. He looks up at the taller victor like he's quietly figuring out how to cut him down to size. "Is it cheating if we get sponsors for other people's tributes? Maybe? Possibly."

As if he cares about cheating.