She yelps as the other woman lunges forward. This may not have been the brightest idea Harley's ever had. Caught off guard, she goes down, wrestling to get out from under her tackler.

"Hold off! Hold off! I'm a kook, not a spook!" she yells out, desperately. Although hopefully by now it's apparent that the blonde isn't some sort of pumpkin monster or angry ghost, she feels she could use all the help she can get to get herself out of this situation.