Harley deflated at the mention of being quiet and the lack of a job. She stuck her fork into a puddle of ice cream and sighed. "Nice try, boys, but this is Gotham. C'mon, tell me what you're doing. Pleeeeeease?" she begged, looking at them both with wide, puppy-dog eyes. "I can help ya!"
"Oh, me?" She pursed her lips and was quiet for a record time for twenty seconds. "I was just gettin' some breakfast." She instantly seemed withdrawn from the conversation. Sneaking out of Eddie's lair for ice cream may not had been smart, but she needed time alone. Ice cream was the perfect distraction from the current troubles in her life.