Penelope gazes over in the direction of the commotion only to find it coming from the fountain. Narrowing her eyes in frustration she thanks her surly mood for directing her to the bar instead of towards the chocolate like her sweet tooth urged. She couldn't tell from their voices but she was sure the girl in the center of it was probably bessie, the only other redhead she'd seen so far, which probably meant Blake had been involved. 

"So much for a masquerade.." Everyone would have had to be certain of the other identities by now. She turns back to the stranger then, to answer. If the look on his face wasn't convincing enough of some ulterior motive, coupled with the costume he was in now probably should have been a red flag but she couldn't even pretend to care, [i]what other nonsense could possibly come up at this point[/i]

"And what would that be?" She gives a chuckle at the thought.