"Yeesh," Harley droned exaggeratedly, holding her hands up in a shrug. "Tou-chy."

What a grumpy little kid. Harley was noticing that a lot here, especially at night. Maybe everyone just lost their sense of humor after dark. Besides, wasn't it past this kid's bedtime? What did she think she was doing wandering off to the base--

"...Wait, basement?" She didn't recall seeing anything on that map Meesy showed her about a basement. Besides, the best Arkham had in their 'basement' were laundry and furnace rooms. Talk about boring. "Why the heck would ya want to go to the basement?"

...Well, it was dark. Maybe the girl's clothes were really dirty and Harley just couldn't tell.