Harley invites herself into the lab where Jonny's tidying up his equipment. Beakers clink and rattle, drowning out her footsteps. Something bright and flowery permeates the air – is he creating scented aerosols now?
She clenches her teeth, suppressing a giggle, until she's close enough to jump his back.
He drops a flask in surprise.
Yanking that potato sack thing with the gas filters from his head, she kisses him until she grows light-headed.
"Ooh, look at those pretty sparks."
She knows better than to come in here unprotected, but won't learn even if he withholds the toxin's antidote.