Harley's getting used to the non-humans thing. Sure, she'd run into a few back home, like Mongal and the Weasel and Nanaue, but there's so many more of them here in this place. Not just the other people who'd been kidnapped like she was, but in general.

So the lady who's been hanging out just a little to the left of her, camouflaged in the trees with her colour-changing fur, doesn't really strike her as all that unusual. Not anymore.

Harley's a quick adapter.

The way the lady speaks when she tells Harley it's boring but critical is kinda hot too. Glancing back at her, Harley shoots a grin.

"Yeah yeah. I don't get why, but it's what they asked me to do, so I'm gonna do it." she says, shrugging, and drawing a tick next to another one of the logos as the truck goes into the lab, "I love your accent, by the way."