Penelope turned as she saw the approaching figures of William and Crow. Relief waved over her as the mission hadn't been completely destroyed due to her negligence. She began to approach the carriage whenWilliam spun around to address her. "Of course." Penelope replied in a monotoned way. Once the older knight left to attend the front of the wagon, she silently climbed into the back of the carriage.

Her gaze was serious and gave away no clear emotion. Though, she felt deeply ashamed of herself for messing up so much. Penelope lowered her head slightly to look at the wooden floor. It only remained that way for a short second before she quickly raised her head again. After all, lowering your head was a sign of weakness. Pretty much any emotion shown besides hatred to an enemy was a sign of weakness. Or at least, that was what Penelope was taught.

"Damn thief." she muttered bitterly as the carriage suddenly lurched forward. The wheels began to roll again and soon they were on their way once more. Penelope could tell that their pace had increased slightly from before. She supposed William was rushing them forward now.

Penelope looked out the carriage at the passing area. Very frequently, she would glance over at Crow, study him until she decided he wasn't doing anything, and then look away again.