Penelope blinked, a bit caught off guard as Crow moved his arm around her waist. "I could have handled myself just fine." she grumbled in return feeling a bit ashamed for having let such a pety thing bother her. She was a knight after all and a few looks should be meaningless, especially when coming from drunken men. Though, she was a bit grateful for the aid.

Moving on, Penelope sat down quietly at the table. "Yeah." she agreed with a small nod. "It's quaint." The knight briefly swept her gaze across the room before looking back to Crow. "So this town is where you grew up, huh? Must be nice to see it again after being locked up for a year." she mused.