For a party without a dress code, Harley still manages to somehow be overdressed and underdressed in a red tulle ballgown that's ripped to hell and paired with a pair of sturdy combat boots. The whole outfit is still stained with ash, blood, and alien goo. It wouldn't be her first choice for first impressions, but it's kind of her only option at the moment and well. No one can say it isn't a lewk.

She splits her time between the extravagant buffet and the dance floor, stuffing her face because she doesn't know when her next meal will be, and dancing her heart out because she doesn't know the next time she'll get to do that either. The music isn't really her thing, so she's dancing out of time with it, moving to the music in her head instead. She's always been a "beat of her own drum" kinda gal.