Harley had had stranger times for a client, and she usually tried to make sure she could keep things clear for dream clients or anyone she had particular concern for their safety.
The only thing she had on Cisco was what she'd gleaned from the network. It wasn't so much snooping as just accessing publicly available information.
Though she was.. not exactly the most mentally healthy person in existence, she still looked professional in a pencil skirt and nice blouse. Well, except for the hair she currently had dyed in rainbows.
Hearing someone outside, she peeked out of her office and smiled. "Cisco, right? Why doncha come in when you're ready."