Penelope sighed and rolled her eyes as he moved to mess with the bundle. His personality wasn't quite what she was expecting. He made her feel like she was babysitting some annoying toddler than keeping an eye on a skilled thief. What made it worse was his ablity and skill. Such a pest. 

As he drew the sword, she became slightly tense. Surely he wasn't foolish enough to actually use it? Even if he did manage to win against her there was still William and Abraxas to go through, leaving him little chance if any. Her hand was now slightly closer towards the hilt of her own sword which was at her side. "Put it down." she said sternly with her gaze focused clearly on him. "Wouldn't want you to cut yourself. You're the king's thief afterall." She spoke sarcastically, in reference to his constant defence against how the knights treated him. 

"You let him touch the weapons?!" William snapped from outside the wagon.

"He's a thief not an assassin. Besides, the back of a wagon isn't exactly an easy fighting ground." Penelope stated matter-of-factly.