[she sniffles a moment before pulling herself together. she manages a grin, despite what steph is saying; in fact, it's even heartening. the responsibility of being trusted, really trusted, is a bit too much for harley right now. some of the cheer returns to her voice.]

I mean, no way in hell should ya trust me! I'm hardly reformed, or whatever--last time I was out, I only really stayed outta trouble 'cause I was with Red n' Kitty. Then I tried ta kill Puddin', and, well. I'm sure you can guess the rest.

[she shrugs, as though it's something that can't be helped; as though she were recounting a story about spilling a soda, rather than suffering a relapse.]

Clayface, huh? Which one? I dunno how well your Gotham matches up ta my Gotham, kiddo. But--good for him, whichever one he is. Batsy must be thrilled one a' his rogues finally straightened out.