[Harley's brows would rise, but she gives a low whistle of appreciation.]

Alright... that's pretty impressive. Was ya pitchah human? [Because it was typically a dupe of some sort or another on the pitcher end of things. She snorts under her breath again.]

Well... It's easy ta say so when we're both stuck in one spot, ya know? Sounds like'a bunch'a hot air if ya ask me, but... [Insert a shrug without the shoulder raise. Harley knew martial arts and, as a meta human, was basically like a DC version of Captain America... with lesser morals... and a higher proclivity for murder... and insane.]