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New clients are always a little nervewracking, Harley has found. Coming to Darrow has meant finding a balance between being the professional people are looking for and not compromising on who she is, and a lot of people don't really get her whole thing. It scares off more potential clients than not, but she figures the ones who stick around are the ones who need her anyway, and that's good enough.

She's seeing a new client today, so she gets the office all neat and tidy, stepping out into the tiny foyer at the sound of the bell on the door chiming.

"Hiya," she chirps. "Zoe, right?"

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Life in Darrow lately has been weird as all get-out, but what else is new? Harley's just grateful to find that, whatever the heck has been going on, it's bypassed her entirely. That doesn't mean her friends have been safe, though. She's been making a point of checking in on them just to be sure they're all doing swell.

Besides, she just likes to do that now and then anyway. It's so easy to get too busy and let weeks go by without making real time to hang out. So when she spots Sweeney, impossible to miss, just up the block, she picks up the pace so she can latch onto him. "Hey," she says brightly, arm looping through his. "How's it going, duck?"