Good spot, right? I been on top of the shipping containers to get a better lay of the land, but not up here yet. Thought it might be a cool view, though, since there's not much to block it. The buildings are mostly one or two stories.

[ Harley presses a hand to her brow to shield her eyes so she can see even further, even though the sun isn't really impeding their view. She's always looking for an escape; an out. Not that she wants to get away, but if she can help those who do? She'd do it. She's not as bad as people make her out to be. Sure, she's been involved in horrible crimes, but a majority of those were Joker's ideas. Her sort of mischief doesn't hurt too many people: shoplifting, burglary, and the like. Yeah, there's always a victim but she wouldn't choose to take a life if it didn't come down to her or them. ]

I think I got my lighter.

[ Harley pats her pockets and then remembers her little clutch purse. She's not used to carrying bags. She's used to having everything stowed on her person. But this is a date, not a stakeout. Harley rustles through her small purse and then hands her lighter over to Jesse. ]

You can do the honors. Since you brought me flowers and chocolate and all that like a complete sweetheart.

[ She means it, too. Once those flowers die, best believe she'll be pressing them between books or hanging them to dry for posterity. She's nostalgic like that. ]