What Harley's familiar with is disgusted sneers and sneers of all varieties. A person doesn't lead the charge on the underbelly of Gotham without making a few enemies. In her case, half the city wanted her dead and the other half was happy to get that done for a price.

This guy's lack of love for bad food doesn't make her bat an eye. There are so many people here familiar with her old stomping grounds. Simpler times, back when she had bold ideas on how to help people and a dream still taking up occupancy in her head.

"Get used to the undignified, it's out here in spades. If you can roll with those punches you'll do just fine here."

Here, being Abraxas overall, there was more to the place than just the factions and the various levels of medieval tabletop madness. "Harley Quinn. Strike the miss, it doesn't suit me."