She seemed to silently agree that it was none of his business but did not say it out right and instead simply listened as he told her his story. It wasn't all too surprising to find out that he had lied back then, she figured he would in some way. Strange how similar they were, though Penelope lacked the full knowledge of her background and had found herself quite lucky with the outcome unlike him. 

For a while, her gaze focused on the ground. A growing sense of sympathy for the thief began to arise. For once she didn't question whether he was just trying to mainipulate or lie to her. His actions were enough to gain her trust in his words. Her gaze lifted as he finished his story. She watched him for a moment before it seemed that their roles had switched as he was the one glaring at her now. Penelope didn't take offense or become defensive. She merely looked at him with a sympathetic gaze that likely seemed foriegn since she was always glaring, looking annoyed, or otherwise had a smirk of sorts. But for the time being, she looked at him with a soft expression.

"I won't. Thank you..." she said quietly. There was a brief hesitation before she began to walk again, staying at his side as she did. "Your situation was unfortunate to say the least... Nobles are selfish people...They care only for the security of their name and rank." She sighed gave her head a small shake. Clearly, Penelope didn't consider herself a noble. While her father provided well for them, they had also lived in the lesser part of his family's manor and were often looked down upon by most. It almost felt like they were just servants having to pay taxes to remain on the property.