She tilted her head slightly to the man with a grin plastured on her face. "Eine Dame? Ohh, you're german aren't ya? Well, I'll just try t'make things easier for you to understand, then." However much she intended to, the young woman's Yankee accent was just too thick.
Harley quirked a brow at Frederick in response to his question. "What do I plan? Well duh! Gonna give you a Mani-Pedi of course! You're a soldier right? Well, I bet your feet have some serious calluses from those boots of your's." She pointed down to his feet.
Harley then grabbed the young man by the shoulders, pushing his weight down onto the seat. "Now sit! You can't get a Pedi standing up. It defeats the whole purpose. I figured seeing I'm the only one at the Spa right now, no one'll mind if I go out of my job description."