For once, this hall was devoid of traffic, though people were beginning to appear in the adjacent areas. Ken simply looked on and ran, seeing little point in staying in one place.
He'd had to strain in order to hear her correctly, but he wasn't certain what to think of what he did hear. "'Them?'" he asked, raising an eyebrow, choosing not to remark on her choice of a nickname for him. It looked like he had otherwise been right on the mark, though. She'd been sedated, and was trying to get out anyway.
"Anyway, I might not have a weapon, but I'm headed towards what it supposedly a place of safety upstairs, to look around. And I could certainly run better than you in your condition," he commented. Crane had no problem admitting what battles he couldn't win and leaving them. Even if that had sounded a bit mean, he certainly believed it to be true. Then again, she did have a weapon, but he doubted she could wield it as well as she thought while fighting off the sedatives. Just like he doubted she could get too upset over his comment while in a drugged state.
"...That reminds me, Ms. Quinn, I had a question for you. What exactly were you in Arkham for?" Even if it meant accompanying her upstairs until he got to the chapel, he wanted answers for the next time he spoke with Kristoph and Mikami.
Her eyes wandered towards the stairs as the man spoke, almost like she wasn't paying much attention. On the contrary, she was listening as best as she was able to in this state. So there was a safe room somewhere upstairs? That was convenient. Harley wasn't much for making elaborate plans, so she hadn't considered what to do with her sweethearts once she'd freed them. A safe spot would be good place to go to figure out what to do next.
Like she was sleep walking, she slowly moved towards the stairs, growing more desperate to move as she spoke.
"My babies," she said, voice louder now so it reached normal speaking volume. "This place... I saw them. They were here. Only a few nights ago. And then they took 'em away... I gotta find 'em." No amount of sedatives could disguise the amount of concern and venom behind her words. "They gotta be upstairs... in the lab."
Harley leaned against the handrail as she climbed the steps slowly, the effort breaking her speech apart as she spoke. It also made it more difficult to think straight. Just get upstairs... That was all that mattered right now.
"Anyway, I might not have a weapon, but I'm headed towards what it supposedly a place of safety upstairs, to look around. And I could certainly run better than you in your condition," he commented. Crane had no problem admitting what battles he couldn't win and leaving them. Even if that had sounded a bit mean, he certainly believed it to be true. Then again, she did have a weapon, but he doubted she could wield it as well as she thought while fighting off the sedatives. Just like he doubted she could get too upset over his comment while in a drugged state.
"...That reminds me, Ms. Quinn, I had a question for you. What exactly were you in Arkham for?" Even if it meant accompanying her upstairs until he got to the chapel, he wanted answers for the next time he spoke with Kristoph and Mikami.
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Like she was sleep walking, she slowly moved towards the stairs, growing more desperate to move as she spoke.
"My babies," she said, voice louder now so it reached normal speaking volume. "This place... I saw them. They were here. Only a few nights ago. And then they took 'em away... I gotta find 'em." No amount of sedatives could disguise the amount of concern and venom behind her words. "They gotta be upstairs... in the lab."
Harley leaned against the handrail as she climbed the steps slowly, the effort breaking her speech apart as she spoke. It also made it more difficult to think straight. Just get upstairs... That was all that mattered right now.
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