"I am thinking of it like your face- except that it's not made of metal. And it's moving." She's watching him with nearly as much fascination as when they first met; grin twitching even wider when his eyebrows waggle. "I can't believe you invented this, though. Like it's perfect." Aside from the edge and the obvious difference in skin tones- you can't tell that it isn't skin. "God, you really are a genius."

Harley- stops, then, and her head tilts, like she's considering something. Considering Jack, maybe, in a new light. She takes a moment to light her joint, and draw in and hold a long, practiced hit, before speaking again. "Hey, Handsome- what do you think about all the Fog God, Fourth God business?"