Harley shuffled that cough in the back of her mind where it was lost in a disorganized file cabinet filled with cartoons, violent fantasies, and a list of grievances of every person she'd ever wronged. A few more slips of random trivia and information, and it might have burst.
So when he spoke about Neverland, he had her rapt attention. Eyes wide, nodding solemnly. She wasn't sure she understood but she liked his accent as much as she liked his face.
When he mentioned angel dust, her smile was nearly ear-to-ear. Harley didn't need much convincing to look for trouble. "Just so we're clear, I ain't that kinda doc." Drugs. The pain he was clearly in. "Which means I can definitely get you drugs."
Assuming they had that sort of thing here.
"Or at least really, really shit faced." Harley clinked one of her glasses against his and took another shot.