Felix gives her an innocent look. He's good at those. He could ask more questions of her and try to figure out another approach, but the opportunity she's presenting is too neat to pass up. He has no desire to bang his head against that wall, after all, even if Harley Quinn was any friend of his.

"By all means, if you wish." He leans back in his chair and casts an eye around the party. He speaks softly, knowing Runa's close enough to hear. "I believe she's involved with the Loki I've met here, though I don't know how to distinguish him from other versions... save that, alas, the Asgard of his world was destroyed not long ago."

"Her name's Quinn, as I recall," he adds. "Harley Quinn- ah." He looks back at the bottle, pouring out the last of the ale. "By the bar, still. Blonde, soft red coat, black breeches and boots. She's quite noticeable."