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Penny’s eyebrows jumped as she witnessed Isla use her Abstraction in public. She quickly whipped her head back and forth, but if anybody had witnessed it they weren’t freaking out. She exhaled a cloud of smoke and gave Isla the old side-eye as the sleepy Scot joined her. The brief annoyance Penny felt was soon snuffed out as Isla practically collided against the wall, the corner of her lip twitching upwards into the hint of a smile.

[color=f26522]“You wouldn’t happen to have spare change I can use for coffee or like coffee itself that would be really great, I am exhausted but also broke thanks to the whole stepping through a portal to a random country thing and I really don’t have the energy to steal.”[/color]

[color=goldenrod]“You’re in luck,”[/color] said Penny, setting her own drink down to pull out one for Isla. She held it out for the girl, but then quickly jerked it back. [color=goldenrod]“You get this on two conditions. Number one: no blinking in public unless it’s an emergency. Number two: if you ever actually do steal something, keep me in the dark about it.”[/color] With the stipulations in play, she relinquished the frappuccino to Isla. [color=goldenrod]“Hey, do you know what the deal is with the two girls I’m riding with? That was like the most uncomfortable, awkward, absolutely fucking terrible car ride I’ve ever...nevermind.”[/color]

Penny shut her mouth because Quinn was coming round their little smoking corner with Maya in tow. It was bad enough just being a bystander in the hostile environment that was Maya’s car; Penny couldn’t imagine how terrible it would be if she said something to direct the hostility towards her. As one of the girls from Madison’s car came bounding over to gossip, Penny called out to Maya and tossed the ice cold coffee towards her with a soft underhand used only by grandma’s playing basketball and people who didn’t want to deck their ride in the face with a bottle. Maybe the drink would make the girl open up to her when they hit the road. Maybe the girl was the kind who looked at the name Starbucks and sneered. Either way, mission accomplished. 

"[color=#FFD700]Don't tell me you thought that too?[/color]" asked Quinn.

Penny was about to intercept the question and say how even she, despite not knowing the girls, thought that too when the distinct sound of clopping hooves distracted her. Confused, she walked around the corner to see a cowboy tying his horse up outside of the convenience store. Her jaw went slack, causing her cigarette to plummet to the ground. It might’ve not been such a crazy sight in Montana, but it was fucking asinine to see that thing in Florida. She quickly decided it was none of her business and turned to rejoin Isla around the corner when she heard shouting, followed by a loud crash, coming from inside the store. She turned and through the window saw the cowboy holding up the place.

[color=goldenrod]“Oh goddamnit,”[/color] said Penny, knowing that it had just now become her business. 

She could easily stop one of the bullets if it headed her way, but with Yosemite Floridaman going akimbo she couldn’t risk him firing on someone else. Plus, there was no guarantee that she’d be able to even step through the door before he started firing hot lead. If only there was some other way inside...Penny’s eyes fell on Isla as she smiled. If the girl blinked Penny directly in front of the cowboy she could be within reach to repulse both of his bullets out of harm’s way before blowing him away with a blast of air. She activated her abstraction, the sigil on her collarbone glowing as her vision buzzed and allowed her to see even the slightest of movements with pinpoint accuracy. The millisecond he pulled the trigger she’d be ready to handle it. 

[color=goldenrod]“Isla, put me right in front of that dickhead. Just make sure you’re behind me when you do,”[/color] commanded Penny.

God, she really hoped that Isla was listening and not nodding off against the wall.