Turning in his chair, away from the bank of computer screens he was sitting at, Eddie switched the phone from one ear to the other when Harley's over-enthusiastic voice almost deafened him. "You gave it to me, remember?" What a ditz. He rolled his eyes, but not maliciously. Unlike most of the other villains he dealt with, like his most recent interaction with Cheshire, Eddie felt that Harley's mood was much like a breath of fresh air in an underworld of backstabbing and deviousness; she was the closest thing he had to a friend in this business.
"I've been following your recent caper. Are you alright?" Eddie wasn't interested in what happened the rest of the Secret Six, they could go to hell as far as he was concerned.