Harley is startled by what she saw in the Doctor's eyes.
"What was the name of yours?" She asked knowing he knew exactly what she meant.
There is a hunted look in the eyes of anyone who has ever been stalked, no matter for what the reason and the Doctor had it just like she did.
Harley glanced down at her drink and with a look of determination she downed in one shot. She made a face but with a steady hand she picked up the last clear drink. Making a face she brought it up to her lips and swallowed it.
Smacking her lips she looked over at the Doctor. "That last one was actually pretty good. Why didn't you start with that one and move to the gross ones last?"