Harley as a friend truly did kind of terrify Barbara, but on the other hand, having her as an enemy seemed like an even worse idea. And maybe as a friend she could be a good influence? That was the hope at least, and she shrugged about to say more when another bullet went flying and shattered their nice moment and then more that ended with the two of them on the ground.
"Ugh, I guess you're right," She agreed with a huff, annoyed that her foundation work with Harley had been shattered like that and at the same time at being shot at again. She hated being shot at. It left her tempted to go out there and deal with whoever had a gun herself. But that'd definitely clue Harley in about who she was, or at least that she was something more than a mild mannered student.
"He called us bitches!" She scoffed, okay she'd probably had a little more tequila than she should have, but that was just the way things were going. "This place has a back door right? They always have a back door in the movies." She certainly wasn't about to head out to be shot in any case. And she did still want to minimize the amount of killing - even if he had started calling them names.