Re: Quicklog, Gotham: Harley Q/Queenie
[Harl grinned immediately n bright n big n she didn't care about genders or names or anything. She was just glad there was a person, even if they were hidin behind a getup that screamed amateur, shades and all. She reached for their hands, to clasp them in her own, whipped cream frothing the pink crest of her top lip.] HI, baby. Look at you! [She gave an appreciative, if obnoxious whistle in the middle of the quiet coffeeshop, seemingly unaware or uncaring re: the stares leveled at her.]