[Harley can't help it. Her nose wrinkles at being called 'Ms. Quinn'. Roman calls her that. Men, who have sticks in their asses and want to talk down to her call her that. And though she's not at all offended, because this girl clearly isn't trying to talk down to her, Harley can't help but correct her.]

That's Dr. Quinn to you. [Despite everything, Harley is still proud that she earned that distinction. But as she corrects Nancy, she's smiling too, and this time, it's genuine. She offers her arm to the girl so they can walk down the path together to collect her shoe. It doesn't occur to Harley to take the other off, so she bobs along, rising up on her tiptoes to meet the height of the heel as she walks.]

You shoulda seen it at home. He were real broken hearted when we broke up. I mean, who wouldn't be?

[Her words sound slightly hollow, clearly a well practiced story, but Harley doesn't care. Once her shoe is retrieved, Harley turns to Nancy.]

And what about your husband? Us girls gotta stick together, you know?