Penelope had been listening in on their conversation. She seemed to be itching to ask her father and brother questions but William had prevented that for now. At Crow's question, she rolled her eyes. "Well, you are a criminal... Besides that my brother has little patience for other people." she replied quietly, giving a small shrug. 

The group soon arrived at a small diner. It didn't seem to match the previous one's elegance but it was probably on the higher end in this town. They choose a nearby table and sat down. Penelope glanced across the table at her father. "Ah, so how has work been?" she asked after a moments hesitation. She seemed unsure of how to go about talking to her family and it was clear to see why. John heaved his shoulders in a casual fashion. "It's troublesome but things run smoothly enough here... I suppose we'll be relying on you all to assure that the border remains as quiet as it is now." he said. The slight acknowledgement made Penelope brighten a bit.

Layth narrowed his eyes at Crow. He was clearly unhappy with the current arrangement with the thief sitting at the table with them. "If you keep treating pests like him so kindly, they'll get attached you know." he growled. He glared at Crow, as if criticizing him for acting like he was their equal.