As Harley's eyes adjust to the dark, she'll be able to at least... kind of see the outline of her attacker. They're humanoid shaped, a bit taller than average or so, with two distinct, faintly glowing red eyes that look artificial in origin. Whoever or whatever they are, they're keeping their distance.

The voice continues after Harley speaks, "Kirk? Captain Kirk? A rescue team? Did my Mistress make it to the plaza already?" He sounds... somewhere between concerned and confused, "Her skills are impressive, but the weather makes it... unlikely."

Well, the good news is, he's not shooting wildly anymore, at least so long as no hostile action is occurring. Although he hasn't put down the blaster yet. For one, he doesn't have the holster, and for another, there's still his orders. But he's not holding it in aggressive posture. Or what he thinks is an aggressive posture. He's only held this thing a handful of times, and that was usually to put it away in a storage locker.

He's not designed for this, but his loyalty to his aforementioned 'Mistress' is absolute. As is his programming.