Oh- someone was already here! Harley perked up and felt disappointed at the same time. Stuffy doctor types always wanted you to stay focused, on task- but then he didn't look like a stuffy doctor type, did he? Not a doctor at all, actually.
But then again, neither did she.
"Nope!" Harley said, a smile spreading over her face. "Well maybe. Possibly. Probably. Definitely! Probably not. But maybe!" All right, so she still wasn't feeling exactly steady. The trainnesia hadn't been the most sane-making of experiences. Her mind was still spinning too fast, thoughts wanting to go every which way, getting too frustrated with boring, with quiet.
She was close enough now to hop onto one of the counters near the boy, her feet swinging a little as she sat, and peer over at the papers. "Whatcha doin'?"