And you can imagine why I might really not be in the mood for one.

[ Her hands drop on the edge of the counter behind her, and she leans back. The movement hunches her shoulders, betraying her discomfort as she studies Harley and tries to decide what to make of her. ]

So you just woke up here too? [ Feels like a reasonable conclusion to draw from the fact that she doesn't know why she's here either. ] Why the hell were you in a clown costume?