Rations? Ouch. What kind of cheap gang was he in? Then again, rations made her think of the military more than a group of thugs. This was already interesting. And hey, look at that, he was actually smiling. Harley's luck must have been improving if she was actually meeting some decent people today.

She flashed a big grin right back at him. "Wow. You actually that much older than me? Pretty impressive." Heck, she didn't meet many gangsters over forty, unless they were... 'upper management.'

"Call me Harley. Normally, the grub here's pretty good, but don't think I'm in the mood to munch on somethin' that smells like it rotted in somethin's stomach first." What a lovely conversation this was for lunch. "I think I'd rather have the rations. ...Though what the heck do you do that you get stuck with leftovers?"