[Closing her eyes, Penelope folds her arms and rests them on the table, thinking that over. Sorting out what she knew of this guy. He'd been present in the fight with Noah, and appeared in the background more than once, he'd given her advice, and other people talked about him at times. The rabbit woman in particular. That made things complicated, because as much as she disliked Franklin Brewer and his disdain for fluff pieces, she knew he would probably wind up being someone important to her.

Slowly drawing a breath, she offers a hand.]

Fine. Just...don't treat me like you did before. I may not be a world-weary journalist, but that doesn't make my job any less valid. [Entertainment being what it was, after all.]

You are right though. I've got the same feeling. Like...an itch, I guess. We're tied together, undoubtedly.