Not only did Harley not expect to hear the sound of clapping, but also it was admittedly most unwelcome. He didn't want anyone else to know that he had the ability to transform and the ability to make use of any special powers.<br/><br/>Naturally that wasn't what one wanted to let be known when one was trying to hide behind both a mask and a pseudonym. Turning back around, Harley paused for a few moments and squinted.<br/><br/>It was soon made clear that what he was looking at was the other's belt. That little piece of machinery had naturally interested him for relatively obvious reasons.<br/><br/>"I take it you can transform too, then?" That helped put his guard down slightly, "Now you know that you've got to keep my identity a secret, right?"<br/><br/>He blinked again before sighing and resigning himself to saying his own name.<br/><br/>"I'm Harley...that was Dust Devil you met a few moments ago."<br/><br/>For whatever reason it seemed that he had elected to keep the two personalities apart as though they were genuinely two different individuals and not the same person having undergone a transformation.<br/><br/>"As you might imagine the people around here don't like us who have certain abilities hardwired right into us, so I like to keep it a secret. That's why I wasn't pleased at first to find out that you had seen me."<br/><br/>He then tried to smile for a moment or two, "Mind if I ask about that drink you had offered? Are you saying that, well, they've gone and got water and other supplies? I'd be grateful if you had something like that for me."<br/><br/>At the thought of sufficient supplies of food and water, Harley started to think that having been found out here wouldn't nearly be as bad of an experience as he had feared it might.