Penelope began to take notice of how the thief tried to avoid looking at her wound and when he did catch a glimpse, he almost seemed sick. Perhaps he had a problem with blood? She glanced over at him for a moment as she began to realize this, thinking it strange for a famous thief like him to have such an issue. 

When he suddenly snapped at the guards, Penelope tensed. She figured his concern was more for himself rather than her own well being but even if he was concerned, in a time like this she didn't want to show any weakness. Even the clearly visable ones. "I'm fine." Penelope grumbled lifting her gaze to glare coldly at the guards before they could reply. "If you think getting me a little light headed will get you the answers you want at a faster rate, then I'm afraid you're terribly wrong." 

The guards didn't take kindly to either Penelope's nor Crow's talking. The one snorted and crossed his arms. "I'm not even sure why we need all four of you.... Especially a useless thief." he growled. "Anyways, we have strict orders to do nothing more than make sure you fools don't try anything. So no one's getting help for now."  The other guard smirked confidently at his comrade's words before looking to Penelope and adding, "We'll get what we want one way or another."