Once Crow had his clothing, the knight headed over to her own dresser to get new clothes for the day. Grabbing her usual shirt and trousers, she hurriedly threw the clothing on. However, she wasn't quite fast enough as a knock came from the door. Penelope froze at the sound and glanced over to Crow, who was still struggling to get dressed like her. "I don't know.." she whispered back shaking her head. "One moment!" she called out to whoever was beyond the door. 

Slipping her shirt over her head and pulling up her pants, she smoothed out her clothing and then looked over towards Crow who had a less than ideal hiding spot. She frowned faintly but hoped that they could still make it out of this situation. After all, the person on the other side of the door would have to come inside the room to see Crow. Relying on that, she headed to the door and cracked it open to see who was on the other side. Unfortunately it was the worst possible person to stop by at that time. 

"Oh, father, good morning... Did you need me for something?" Penelope said offering a forced smile to hide the fact that her stomach was twisting with panic. Of all people, John was one of the few that would know exactly who she was with if he even caught the slightest trace of something being off. Trying to make sure he didn't get suspicious, she opened her door a little more but angled herself to stand directly in the middle so it'd be difficult for him to fully look inside.

"I was hoping to hear how the party went since you didn't stop by after last night.." John said crossing his arms over his chest.  His gaze drifted past her slightly and then he looked at her expectantly. "Well? May I come in so we can talk?"

Penelope struggled to keep herself from blanching at his question. Scrambling for a proper excuse, she gave a sheepish look. "Ah, sorry my room's a bit messy at the moment. After the party last night, I just passed out and didn't bother with picking up my clothes." she said, gesturing behind her before looking hopefully to her father. "Perhaps we can go to your room instead?"

The excuse didn't help at all. John's gaze narrowed and he peaked around her to get a better glimpse inside. "Oh really?" John grunted, anger beginning to seep into his gaze. "What's with all those candles I see by the window?"

The knight cringed. "I-.."

"He's still here isn't he?" John pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and glanced around the corridor. "Are you [i]both[/i] dressed?" he growled under his breath as he noticed a few knights passing by. 

"Mostly.." Penelope answered with a defeated sigh. There was nothing more she could say to try and deter her father from finding out the truth so the female knight gave up. 

"Good. We skip straight to the lecture then." John grumbled as he pushed his way inside.