Harley smirked, finally getting a good look at the man. He was handsome, at least for someone that old. Though, who was she to judge? Puddin' was about the same age anyways... at least, she thought. Harley took a great pull from her cigarette, then exhaled, blowing smoke into the air like a fire breathing dragon in a single jet line of billowing flames. Then the smoke lingered and she turned her gaze back to the man.
"Hey, is dat seat taken?" she asked, gesturing beside him but how could she be asking such a question? There was obviously someone sitting there. But before Molder could answer, Harley climbed gracefully on top of his lap with a satisfied smirk.
"So whatsa gaw-ye like you doin ina no-wheres-ville like this?" she asked looking over at him with twinkling blue eyes.