"I ain't here to do maid service, so don't get any ideas." Harley grins at him. She has a lot of different ingredients out for the omelette. "And ya better tell me what you would like with these eggs... before I just start adding everything."

She still has a bright smile for him. Almost like she doesn't notice the state of the wounded king, who is staring at her, or the untidy conditions of the place that he has chosen to hide away in. After all, she understands the whole desire just to hole up and push out the world.

Unfortunately, Harley is harder to push away than others might be.