[ Harley ignores him at first. She's too distracted taking in how different it is to be a visitor. It's quiet. There are no screams even if she strains to hear. The absence is unsettling.
She doesn't acknowledge him, not even a glance his way, as she drags the visitor chair over the bare floor with a hideous scraping noise. She turns the chair around to sit backwards in it, knees on either side of the seat and her arms crossed over the back.
That's when she finally gives him attention, rapping her knuckles on the plexiglass like he was a fish in a tank, and taking the receiver. ]
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She doesn't acknowledge him, not even a glance his way, as she drags the visitor chair over the bare floor with a hideous scraping noise. She turns the chair around to sit backwards in it, knees on either side of the seat and her arms crossed over the back.
That's when she finally gives him attention, rapping her knuckles on the plexiglass like he was a fish in a tank, and taking the receiver. ]
Hi, Puddin'. Missed me?