"Well hello there!" Harley had gone all out for what felt like her first date in months and she was almost unrecognizable save for the fact that she'd occasionally paled her skin and dyed her hair for other big parties. It was a style that seemed to work for her depending on what she wore with it.

She smiles at Porrim, delighted to have such a good looking partner on this adventure in social Russian Roulette, "Looks like it's my lucky night. I was afraid they'd pair me up with Wesker just to watch me start throwing chairs."