Harley's fingers tightened against the grip of the bat, knuckles whitening for a moment. She considered being lost, considered what that meant and trying not to let her instant spurt of negative emotion overtake her. Releasing a breath, she eased the grip on the bat, tilted the instrument downward and pressed the nose of the thing against the pavement. Her fingers then gripped the topmost portion of the bat casually, leaning her body weight upon in thoughtfully as one might a cane for support.
"I guess you could say that. Funny how things don't make sense when ya think they should." Harley watched the woman and the bird without an ounce of fear, mostly just amusement and confusion. "I like ya bird. Pretty thing. Too bad he don't talk to ya." Harley didn't know whom she was speaking with, she had no idea the levels of power there was before her. "Magic is kids stuff. I've seen a lotta things in Gotham, nothin' like you though. I gave up on happy endings. This life aint nothin' without Mista J," she sighed, heartbroken. Her pout had come back.
Her eyes swept the sidewalk and street, before she returned her attention to the woman. "You gotta destination in mind? Or just browsing?"