[ well, that's not a good sign, and even from here in her own apartment, something pangs deep in harley's chest, concern springing over her features immediately as she looks at the image of the other woman on her device's screen. ]

Oh, gorgeous. Of course you can, always. [ as if charlotte ever even needs to ask before just showing up, the way harley herself does often enough. ] They know you're with me at the front desk, they'll let you right up. Okay?

[ and before charlotte gets there she'll busy herself with frantically trying to clear off some of the mess in her place, at least making enough of a space for the other woman to sit. ]