Penelope, who'd been nearby and combing the drinks laid out and available to them, had not turned her head towards the woman when she'd erupted into the out roar, but instead stuck to her earlier plan of pouring herself a glass before she would get to anything else. Once she was satisfied with her selection, she turned to the woman, glass in hand, and addressed her. She hadn't actually seen her speak, but since she'd been sitting alone in the sole direction of the outburst, she could be sure, she was indeed the woman who'd been yelling only moments before. 

She took only a half step in her direction before bringing the glass to her lips and taking a slight sip. Heavenly. The taste, that is, just as Penelope would have expected. With the sweet calming relief only fine and aged spirits could bring, she took another half step, much more deliberate than the first, and then finally spoke. [b]"I was unaware any of us had been dragged here by our hair and teeth."[/b] she called out casually, her eyes situated on her glass, which she'd been moving, carefully, so as to swish the liquid in swirls about the rim. When she finally let her eyes fall on the woman, they were more or less blank. [i]Had she really thought she'd waltz in here and have whatever she wanted handed to her just like that? They couldn't have been here for more than an hour, tops. [/i]The annoyance may have shown in her voice, but her face read as polite and cheery as could be. [b]"If you don't want to be here, I'm sure someone remembers where the door-"[/b] but she was cut short by the voice of a figure whom she had not recalled even being there when she'd first arrived." He stated plainly in few more words, that they should not leave, which might have bothered Penelope, had she not barely ten minutes before his announcement, decided very sternly for herself that she would in fact, not be leaving, no matter what. Not only that, but his chose of words couldn't have made her nervous the way they certainly should have, had she caught the meaning behind them. In her mind, "I advise not leaving" sounded more as if they'd be missing out, obviously, on making their respective dreams come true. There was no way she could have known the sinister suggestion meant they shouldn't [i]try[/i] to leave, because, like it, or even [i]know[/i] it or not, they would not be able to.