At least Ivy was used to talking and having Harley only hear half of her words at best. That was pretty normal. Hell, this time it didn't even include any ignored advice so she couldn't even be mad.
"You don't like yours?" Ivy asked, bemused with the way Harley had hopped back and forth (of course she had) and then enamored with the thin skirt and the way whatever magic this was had curled Harley's hair just so. It was a good look. Then again, any look on Harley minus Joker Lackey was a good look.
"Has this place traveled in time before?" she asked, and yes, she was sort of pointedly ignoring the shop with the rings in the windows -- for obvious reasons and also because she didn't overly want to encourage Harley robbing the place later on. "Because this is definitely a ...Clara Bow sort of era."