She couldn't stop the frown from crossing her features. She was worried about herself. Bailey didn't know what went on behind the door but from what she read online, it was quite possible that Harley was engaging in life threatening activities all the time. At the very least, illegal activities. Bailey didn't want to give Harley time but wasn't it better to have her wrecking havoc in Gotham instead of Las Vegas? She didn't care about the people in Gotham in the same way she cared about the people in Vegas.
"I'm worried. I'm worried about you and I'm worried about me and I'm worried about what's going to happen when she decides she's not getting enough time." She was on her knees on the couch in front of him now, talking with the kind of seriousness that really only surfaces after drinking. "She wont let me get too badly hurt cause it'll mean she's hurt too." She sighed and slumped back against the end of the couch. "I don't want to think about it anymore. I told you, just like I said." She was talking more to herself, muttering and wringing her hands in her lap.