Harley doesn't look at Martin at all. She slips her hands into her jacket pockets and looks around the room, giving a low whistle. "Fuck me, this cell is nicer than my apartment."

It's like this hospital has never had an audit. She doesn't even hesitate to cross over the red line in confident strides to take a lap around the room, still ignoring Martin until she's right next to him. Then she sticks out her hand for a shake and introduces herself with every ounce of cheer and good charm she can muster. Which is just so, so much.

"So nice to finally meet you, Marvin."