Penelope looked a tad surprised by his change of tone as he met her gaze. She couldn't help but feel a soft pang of guilt. Her original view of him wasn't much different from the prison guards he described. Part of her still looked heavily down upon him and other such criminals but the way he spoke made her briefly doubt her own beliefs. Her own cheeks flared up a bit and she glanced around elsewhere as he looked away as well. 

She smirked a bit at his comment and rolled her eyes, quickly recovering from before. "That's the same thing!" she scoffed with a hint of amusement. Penelope sat up a bit straighter and stretched out her back for a moment. "You know..." she began in a soft voice, "You're not that bad either... I expected much worse... Though you're rather annoying, you're at least somewhat entertaining." She gave him a small smile, rather than her usual smirk. 


However, it quickly faded away as William's voice was heard. "We're almost there. Town's right up ahead." he announced. "Alright!" Penelope replied. She felt a bit relieved that they were almost there. It was almost a cramping feeling to be stuck sitting in the wagon for so long. First thing she had planned was a walk, though her reasoning was for a bit more than just stretching her legs. She also wanted to take the time to see if her father or brother were there. The town was close enough to the border for it to be possible after all.