Harley flirts on autopilot, and if she intended to throw him off she shows no indication now that she even notices. Instead she examines the fabric and holds the mystery item up to her chest and then over her hips to see how it might fit.

"Well whatever it is, I like it!"

It joins the pile of other successful finds. She'll find some use for it, even if that use is just leaving around the house to annoy Crane.

"I'm s'posed to be looking for home decor stuff. I am way off track."