Harley set down her glass and promptly stuck out her right hand. The face of her watch caught the sunlight through the window and danced around the room. "Harley Quinnet. Photo journalist for the New York Sun. Don't feel bad about being new. I've only lived in the area a few weeks myself." She hoped she sounded reassuring and pleasent. She never could quite tell though. The fact that she didn't dress like normal Manhattan girls didn't help much either, but she liked who she was. It didn't matter if people accepted her or not. Some people thought her style was odd, but she enjoyed the out of ordinary way she looked. The world may be boring, but Quinn tried her best not to be.