"Aerial silks!" Yeah, that wasn't gonna mean anything to him just repeated like that, was it? Of course, Harley was now rolling her eyes at the memory and amending it with, "Well, they weren't real silks, I made 'em all by my little self outta most of my prison clothes, and I can tell ya they do not make that shit out of silk. In fact I'm pretty sure Belle Reve gets their fabric from Chafes-Ya-Butt-Raw'R'Us."

None of that explained anything at all, no.