"I didn't see anybody," says Palmer, not letting go of his gun as he watches out for whatever's outside. For all he knows the creature's still out there, whatever it is, though he hopes his threat display drove it off. "But that's just me."

He knows Harley well enough to know that those yo-yos aren't just yo-yos, since he helped create some of them himself. He's not sure if the one she's using now is on of the yo-yos he fixed up for her.

"Which yo-yo is that?" he asks, curious. He's never seen weaponized yo-yos before he met Harley. "Is it the poison gas one or the exploding one?"

Whichever one it is, he hopes it'll be enough to fend off the creature - assuming it doesn't bring friends. But Palmer doesn't even like thinking about that possibility. His gun only has so many bullets, assuming the creatures can even be hurt by firearms. Not everything can.