Penelope gave a small nod as Crow answered her. Her gaze immediately shifted over to Lix as the other noblewoman touched her hand to his arm with words that came off as a bit suggestive to the knight. She bit her tongue to keep from snorting and shifted her gaze away looking for one of the servants to bring her food. Though she normally wasn't in a rush to eat, she wanted to have something to keep her from snapping at the arrogant and bold noblewoman across from her. Unfortunately, since she just sat down, her food likely wouldn't be arriving for a while. 

Her gaze flickered back over to Liz as she yet again insisted on spending time with him. Catching the way she leaned forward against the table, the knight dung her nails into the palm of her hand underneath the table, feeling herself growing a bit tense. It was infuriating to watch the way Liz acted and having to keep her mouth shut was even more difficult. If they didn't have to hide their relationship, then this situation would have been a lot more simple. The knight forced herself to look away from the two, attempting to glance around the Great Hall as if she was bored. 

However that didn't last long as Liz suddenly addressed her. The knight looked at her, narrowing her gaze slightly with suspicion as she noticed the mischievous look that crossed her features. She still wasn't prepared for her next words though. As Liz made a rather nasty comment about her scar, Penelope curled her lip at the other woman. "[i]Excuse me[/i]?" she growled. 

"I was just curious." Liz said with innocence that Penelope knew was fake. "I mean, you seem to have good skin aside from that awful thing.... Have you ever considered trying to hide it with a touch of makeup?" A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "It'd probably do you wonders."

The knight was seething. She usually didn't care what other people thought of her scars. Most of them she bore with pride and the few ones that she didn't—the ones she had gotten from the mercenaries while trying to get the staff—certainly didn't make her ashamed of her appearance. However, she had never had someone bold enough to say such things directly to her face. "I don't see any reason to hide my scar and I certainly don't find it as awful as you claim." she growled firmly, struggling to keep a grip on her anger.