"Ugh, tell me about it," Klaus replies as he swings the door shut and locks it, because the general state of her along with that comment makes him think that she didn't just come here solely because she was bored. He walks around the back of the couch, reaching out to ruffle Obi-Wan's hair and tug playfully at one of Harley's pigtails before coming around to sit on the other side of her.

"What kind of direction is the night gonna take? Are we going to have to kick some ass?" Klaus asks, sounding as if he wouldn't be too terribly upset if that were the case. "Or should I make us some margaritas?"