So you got all fired up on the inside and then maybe it just... [ harley glances between max and the soldiers who are sort of dazed or laying on the ground unconscious, back and forth a few times, and then mimes miniature explosions with her own hands, making an accompanying sound effect too. ]

What, another walkin' nightlight, y'mean? Yeah.

[ she hasn't gotten the memo that it's anything she needs to keep to herself, and she doesn't see the harm in telling this person in particular. ]

Didn't get any cool blasty powers though that I know of. You didn't have anything like that before, like, at home? Wherever home is for you?