Harley, Leader of the Vanguards

*he's still not sure why his ribs aren't the consistency of oatmeal right now, and he can't seem to figure that out, no matter how many times he checks himself over, or where, exactly, he is. Might help if he had some light, for that, past the little glow of the Dreamberry's screen. He hasn't noticed that said Dreamberry's back on another connection again, either.* ...