He smiled, though it didn't reach all the way to his eyes. He was quite serious. But happy at what she'd said. His face was a mix of these emotions.
However, when the elevator chimed the floor and the opening of the elevator doors, he spun around and sprinted out of the car without warning to Harley. All the better to make it more realistic.
First he sprinted up to an orderly. "Scooba. Say it. It's weird. Scooba. Scooooba."
Leaving the man more than a little confused, he flounced over to a nurse trying to help a rather elderly looking inmate with walking. Where? Who cared. "Sugar. I'd take your pants from ya if I wasn't sure they were filled with the stench of the old and infirm."
Continuing his venture down the hallway, he started singing. Off key. "LA LA LALA LALALA. LA LA LA LA LALALA. LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
Playing his part, he glanced over his shoulder to see where Harley was, just in time to trip over the IV tube strung between the stand and the arm of a man who might have actually needed it. Liquid spilled. All over. If he'd been wearing pants, he would have needed new ones. As it was, he was helped in no way by the added slickness of the floor.