[Her eyes go wide at catching a glimpse of the Joker as she's never seen him. She almost says something until her maternal instincts are pulled from one hapless creature to another.]

Baby! [She squeals and instantly devolves into baby talk at the sight of this obviously precious butt-chomping darling.] Ohhh, whosa good boy?! Whosa good Lou?! [And cue the kissy sounds.]

[Harley's face smushes in real close and shakes back and forth -- she's giving her screen a virtual eskimo kiss.] Thassa good boy! Mama's gonna visit you real soon, 'kay? Yesh she ish!

[She pulls back and tries not to look into those eyes, but her lip is wibbling.] You do? Really? You're not just sayin' that 'cause you're all alone and slowly freezin' to death in a subarctic wasteland?

[She pauses. It does seem like a sweet gesture on the surface. And she's been waiting a very long time to hear him say these words. She bites down on her lip.] No... you wouldn't, wouldja? [Her stomach is tying itself in knots. She feels herself about to take that familiar step off the edge of reason. ] How do I find ya, Puddin'?

Right... [She feels unsure the longer she thinks on it. He's kept her waiting this long. Is he really coming for her this time? She feels compelled to get a move on, maybe she can somehow catch up to him first. If he really does miss her, he'll be happy to see her anyway, right?]