"Misty Vale? Any relation to a reporter named Vicki Vale?"
Harley's mind was whirling. She didn't know how but obviously she wasn't where she had been before. And if this woman didn't recognize Gotham City or her name... That meant she could start over! Hang up her bag of tricks, clean off the white face makeup and be someone else!
She could get a job as a shrink again... Okay, maybe not that. Maybe a job as a writer? She could retell all her adventures with the Joker and Batman but tweak them here and there and sell it as fiction?
Harley realized the young, and quite attractive woman was waiting for her reply. "Um, no not in Canada. I have a feeling that my home town is very very far away right now. But that's not important right now is it? What's important is for me to find somewhere to crash for a time while I decide what I want to do with the rest of my life."