Penelope meets his gaze with smile of her own and waits for him to break the silence. She gives a light chuckle before taking a long, deliberate sip from her glass. "I'll take miserable for three hundred, Alex" she jests. She gives another laugh then, at the sound of her voice. She hadn't spoken to anyone aloud since donning the voice disguiser and it was mildly amusing to be speaking from a voice other than her own. She sounded light and airy, and decidedly more feminine than usual, with no trace of the deep and sultry french accent that normally permeated her words. She takes the time to shimmy a seat closer and extends her hand in greeting. "Pen-" she catches herself then, and opens her dance book to be sure. "Number 10" she corrects herself, extending her hand once more.