"She's actually smiling?"
Aphra moved closer to Harley, stepped around in front of her, and waved a small hand to check on the doctor.
When she saw Harley grinning wickedly at the bushes, she promptly reported it to Deathstroke.
"Smiling is normal. She's a happy woman." Su Ming caught the Cloak as it glided down from the sky and draped it over his shoulders. "Harley has always treated her patients well. She helps them understand the world and themselves. If you let her treat you, you'd find she understands you very well—maybe even better than you understand yourself."
"She really isn't a veterinarian?" Aphra sounded a little traumatized.
"Of course not. Have you ever seen a veterinarian as pretty as me?" Harley suddenly sprang into motion, swatted away the little hand still waving in front of her, then rolled her shoulders as she walked toward Deathstroke. "I'm done. The Bezen Queen has a new understanding of her own existence. She isn't the little troublemaker she used to be."
"Eep?"
Little Sprout poked its head out from Deathstroke's shoulder. Its crescent-shaped eyes looked listless as it asked where the promised snack had gone.
Harley stroked Strangle's little head with the pad of her index finger, making a squeak like someone wiping glass. "These Symbiotes are a Zerg species that reproduces by splitting off parts of itself. With the queen in our hands, getting you a few eggs later won't be hard. Just wait a little, cutie."
"Someone actually managed to control a Bezen. That's just..." Princess Leia looked as though her understanding of the world had been shaken. Then she frowned. "Wait. Why are these dangerous parasites here too? And why do you all seem to have known about them already?"
"What does it matter?" Aphra folded her arms and started