Harley watched him as he monologues, nodding like the professional he wasn't. And when he propositioned her she put fingers to her chin in thought.

"I'm always up for some mass chaos, and frankly if I don't start playing my part I'm afraid the citizens aren't gonna like me anymore." She mused and began pacing as if the knife didn't concern her.

"So the long and short of it is: you're a test tube turtle with a fire of fury and a rotten realization that reality is borked and everything you know is a lie?"

She clapped her hands together "Classic clone identity crisis! Dr. Quinnzel prescribes that you indulge that ID! Let's get back to basics and see who you are under that candy coated shell!"

This was possibly good advice...or one of the many, many reasons her license had been taken away.