Harleen was having a late lunch of some nice onion soup and half of a turkey sandwich, sitting quietly by herself and going over a few files in some corner cafe sandwich place type thing, facing the large glass window loking out onto the street. Nothing had really sparked her interest on the street other than an elderly woman walking five little dogs and a small boy who had come up to the window only to run away once he noticed her staring back at him. She needed to get back to Arkham, anyways, so she put the last little bit of soup in her mouth and started to organize her tray so that nothing would fall off during her walk to the trashcan in the corner. She started to slowly rise out of her chair to make sure no one got an eyeful up her skirt and she saw some redheaded man? woman? person? walking down the street in what looked like a hospital gown. She reached for her glasses and put them on so she could focus on the woman's face, which looked more scared rather than crazy. She quickly threw her tray into the garbage can and walked outside, her pile of files in her arms as opposed to the bag she had with her. The woman had escaped her sight and she certainly wasn't going to go running after her so instead she lit up a cigarette and started walking back to the metro station around the corner. She lingered, as smoking wasn't allowed barely in public let a lone on public transportation. Walking down the street she turned her head down a small street way and saw the woman trying to pull at a bicycle attached to a lamppost. Harleen stepped down the street way, walking right up behind her and watching for a few seconds before finally throwing down her cigarette and piping up.
"I think that's illegal, you know. Stealing bikes." She half laughed to try and appear more friendly. "You look a little roughed up, are you alright?" She noticed the blotch of blood on her arm, probably from an IV. Jesus Christ, this woman really had just walked out of the hospital.