"Harley--" Diana took a step forward, then against her better judgement, looked back at the Cornucopia again. She was feeling uncertain, unsure, and she hated that. Harley had vanished into the brawling crowd and with her matching outfit and lack of customary make-up, she'd be difficult to find again until it was over anyway.

Scowling, with a muttered oath, Diana spun on her heel and went for the supplies again. She'd find Harley again, assuming they both survived that long.