Harley can feel him watching and flips the bottom of the shirt up to give him a quick peek of her butt before stepping behind the counter. She leans her elbows on the flat surface while waiting for the brew to finish.

When he asks about her work, she groans and drops her head into her hands. So, maybe not great.

"They're using my ideas but not letting me do anything. All I've done is watch other people's interviews, and they aren't even good at it. We can't actually use anything when the researcher is just getting played." She glares into the middle distance. "Lend me an axe. I'm gonna stage a coup."