[ harley pauses, adopting a distant look almost like she's counting backwards in her head. which she is. ]

Couple... weeks? Month? Long enough that I'm not one of the new-newbies, short enough that my hair still looks like... well. [ she reaches up to run a hand over the blonde fuzz on her scalp, then shrugs before snagging her drink for another sip. ]

This place kinda forces you to hit the ground runnin', though, huh? If that's what you mean by adaptive.