Penelope made her way to the Fresh Pot, her phone in hand. She was rereading the Professor's email, hoping she had it right and wasn't coming too late or early. She'd just let her room at the Lab, the Professor nowhere to be seen. She'd even left her TV on. She didn't really mean to but it just... sort of happened. And by the time she remember, it was too late to go back. She was far too lazy for that. 

She put her phone back in her hoodie pocket and pulled out a cig and lit it, puffing as she walked down the street toward the cafe. She spotted Vee cleaning up the place, the closed sign already up. 

Chuckling to herself, she threw her cigarette into the nearby ash-tray trashcan and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, Penelope pushed her face up to the glass and let out a heavy breath, a goofy grin on her face. Pulling up a hand, she slapped it against the glass and pulled it down, making an aweful screeching noise.