Bud looked at Lou. Lou looked at Bud. Then the two hyenas simply burst into their distinctive laughter.
Harley had no idea what set her pets off, but apparently they found the wolf humorous. She didn’t judge what others decided was funny, it was a subjective subject. Besides, she liked it when her babies were happy. So she left them to their own entertainment. At least they weren’t still all bristled. She hated when they were upset like that.
Instead, she focused on the hippy chick. And her question reminded Harley that the girl had funny way of talking. At the time, she’d just chalked it up to some panic from being handcuffed together in a strange room. And the fact that the pirate had been leering at her. But apparently the kid just talked like that all the time. Harl would be tempted to pass it off as the girl being a little slow, but her eyes were to quick and bright. Nope. She wasn’t stupid.
“Yeah, you know me. We met once,” Harley nodded, moving closer. “In that funky room with the floor that moved. We were handcuffed together. With the pushy redhead and the old fart and the drunk guy. And the really, really hot guy I never found again.” She bounced on the balls of her feet. “Harley Quinn. Pleased ta meetcha. And you are?”