Porrim glances up from her water glass to see her date for the evening approaching. Oh, goodness. She certainly hadn't been expecting to be paired with the notorious Harley Quinn. But it's no big deal. She smiles at the Mentor.
"Hi. Harley, right?" She extends a hand, tattoos snaking down her wrist, to shake. "I'm Porrim. And I'll try not to make you throw anything."
No worries! c:
"Hi. Harley, right?" She extends a hand, tattoos snaking down her wrist, to shake. "I'm Porrim. And I'll try not to make you throw anything."