"Wow, that was fast! I take back what I said about blowin' up the hotel later, this service is top no-" Harley turned over to see Harvey Dent standing there and her lips instantly pulled into a frown. "Oh, Harv, it's you." She raised both brows upon noticing his formal attire, "So, didja flip a coin an' decide to over-dress? What're you doin' on the beach in a suit? You'd think even with two personalities you could agree that it's too hot for that getup!" The lethal jester rolled back onto her stomach and continued the conversation while she tanned (and waited for that drink, those lousy waiters), "You should at least have a drink in your hand or somethin'. Though you might hafta shoot one of the cabana boys to get 'em to pick up the pace a bit."