Harley lopes her way over to the truck where Link is standing, and peers into the cab of it, spotting the gnarly-looking bodies of a couple of Sylphid inside. It doesn't look like they died pleasant deaths, but at least they were quick.

Resting the mallet on one shoulder, Harley blows a strand of hair out of her face and nods, "Doubt anyone wants to come this way anymore, after these guys." Using a foot, she nudges one of the bodies and then makes a face, "Eww."