Penelope swallowed hard as she held back from throwing up right then and there. The swift movements had made her feel nearly dizzy and with that came a very upset stomach. She followed Crow as he ushered her to the front door. The knight barely registered that the whole lot of them were getting kicked out as she hurriedly stepped outside. Once they reached the closest snowbank, she doubled over and released what she had been holding back. Luckily it was only a small bit. 

"'m alright." she answered Crow, panting slightly as she recovered. The knight wiped her mouth, suddenly wishing she had some water to rinse it out with. She took in a deep breath and pressed into his side, trying to regain her bearings as well as finding comfort in his touch. Penelope looked up at him and gave a smirk. "I'm just glad I was able to deck that guy." she admitted with a wink. 

"I'm sorry that they got out of hand like that." The voice of Kane interrupted their moment together. Penelope looked over her shoulder to see that the nobleman had stepped over to them with an apologetic expression. "I swear I was just trying to make sure you and the princess made it back safely. I didn't mean for a scene to break out."

Penelope looked over at him and wrinkled her nose as it finally clicked to her what the noble was insinuating about Crow. "Oh dear gods that's what this is all 'bout?" she snorted. "Listen, I appreciate the concern but you've got terrible judgment." The knight shook her head and tensed as she noticed the knights that were still hanging around, clearly planning on still escorting the group. The one she had knocked down was now including her in his glaring. "I think you and your friends there should go ahead of us." she suggested warningly. 

"You dumb bit—" the drunk one began to growl.

"I don' want to have to knock someone on their ass." Penelope growled, her gaze shifting onto the other knight despite speaking with Kane. 

Kane hesitated but nodded his head and silently turned to step away, motioning for the other knights to follow him. The first two did but of course, the drunk wanted to have the last word. "'ine with me! Let 'em ruin your name. I'm sure there's not much left of it anyways!" he growled.