Penelope rolled her eyes at Crow as teased her. “A-least I can stand up on my own.” She said with a small huff. She didn’t bother moving away from his side though, especially at the sight of the stairs. The knight shifted her gaze over to Hartley and gave a small snort as he fell for Crow’s lie. “See I’m not acting stupid like him.” She argued. 

She followed him to the stairs and was forced to lean a bit more into Crow as she found it much more difficult to keep herself upright while heading up them. Flat ground had been much easier for her to walk on. “Hey! I’m not that drunk! I know wha’s goin’ on. Besides you’re one ta talk! At leasst I’m not trying to get you in my bed!” She said referring to the time he was drunk. Thanks to alcohol in her system, she didn’t seem the least bit flustered or bashful by her accusation. Instead, the knight smirked up at him with a teasing gaze. 

As they stepped into the room, she turned her head to watch Hartley’s face droop at the Kip-less room as he moved to take a seat on one of the beds. “Where ’s she?” He asked with confused look as he fell back on the bed. 

Penelope glanced at Crow and gave him a devilish wink before turning to look over at the younger thief. “Who?” She asked Hartley. 

“Huh?” Hartley was already closing his eyes, beginning to drift off to sleep.

Penelope chuckled a little before she looked back up at Crow. “Out like a light.” She said with a smirk. Her smirk soon faded as she looked at him, her expression suddenly softening as she stared at him. “Damn... I’m so glad I met you.” She breathed, beginning to lean in for a kiss before stopping herself and pulling away as she smelled the alcohol on her own breath. “Ahh my breath reeks, sorry."