Harley trailed along behind the other two and talked to herself.
"Hmmm. Wow, by the size of the punch that time that must have been Henrietta I used. That means for the zombie a few days ago I must have used Fajita." Harley placed a hand over her heart. "They were good rubber chickens and they gave their lives to save my ass so their deaths were not in vain.
"I like green. Green is a really hot color." Harley said in defense of the archer guy's costume as she sped up to join them. "Some of my best friends wear green!"
"So Perky?" She said to the blond. "I pitched my name back there but you may have missed with all the stuff going on. The name's Harleen Quinzele, friends call me Harley and your's is?" She looked over at the Robin Hood Guy. "Didn't catch your's either." Harley clapped her hands together. "I know! I can call you Shaft! Or maybe the Quiverer? Something archery related. Bowman?"
Harley was still on a bit of a danger high and was taking a mile a minute.