The attack on the pelicans had Harley snickering. She bounced in place, waiting for her turn only to discover that said turn would indeed be a very cold mistake. She sucked in enough air to puff out her cheeks and held her arms out. "Alright. Hit me!"
The moment the freezing water struck her, she shrieked. "Tune down the Hoth setting!" She kept bouncing in place, turning this way and that to try and counter the cold water the was hitting her. After a few moments, her body started to adjust and her constant jumping was replaced, instead, by scrubbing. "Shower time, shower time, how I love my shower time. Lots of water, lots of soap! Smelling good is really dope!"