She sighs, since he seems determined to stay on topic. She sets her fork down and leans back in the chair with her arms folded over her chest. So they've reached the interrogation stage of the relationship.

"My focus is on trauma responses, mental and physical." A pointedly arched brow at his clearly traumatized self. "And there's no way you go through what you're going through without significant strain on several processes. Even without considering magical effects." If he keeps pressing then she'll have to find a copy of her doctorate thesis and hit him in the face with it.

She ... doesn't know how to feel about hearing him say her name. Nobody has called her Harleen in years, and almost never a friend. It's like he's talking about someone else. She doesn't know that woman anymore.

"I think it's a family name? But I don't know for sure. Doesn't matter."