Harley picked at the fruit pieces in her drink for a moment before popping an apple chunk in her mouth. She stared at the stranger over her glasses while she chewed. After swallowing she spoke in a calm, quiet voice. "You aren't knocked out cold with a broken nose or in handcuffs being removed by police... Yet. I suggest you start talking." She didn't take her eyes off him as she plucked a grape from the cup and tossed it in her mouth. His explanation had to be good or she really would call the cops, after she punched him.