Oh, oh! The kid even knew her name! Harley hadn't fully made the connection yet that this was indeed her secret Santa. Regardless, she was silently glad that Ivy was fine with this sudden change of direction. Hopefully, Ivy would be equally fine with what was about to come out of Harley's mouth. Harley hadn't exactly asked permission before offering, "We can help! Here, let me see that.."
Harley may have been social, but she wasn't ecstatic over the idea of being in a camp with a ton of other people. To be clear, she liked strangers just fine. But living with them for god knew how long sounded kind of annoying. She'd much rather hide in a house with Ivy and potentially even Dinah over essentially living in a hostel with a bunch of smelly strangers, even if it did up their chances of surviving.
She leaned down, taking a peek at the girl's phone. "Yeah, yeah, Ivy's right, it's that way.. C'mon, we'll make sure you get there safely! Won't we, Ives?" Harley asked, even though, from the sound of things, she had already made a decision for them. "What's your name, kid?"