Glitter was not very threatening. Unless the people looking at it knew Harley or Ivy and then maybe it was threatening because neither of them were especially keen on holding back on people when they were annoyed.
"Maybe a drawing of a knife," Ivy suggested, deciding to sit on her knees in the dirt instead crouching. It offered -- something that was nearly relieving for a moment, but not much more than that.
She looked back up at Harley, couldn't seem to look away this time. "Frank...is pretty good at murder if needed," she said slowly. "Did you want to do something else today?"