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Ah crap, she couldn't even talk? Penn blinked at her broken sentences, regretting already that he'd come over. At least she was easy on the eyes, otherwise he probably would've said Nevermind and been on his way. A pretty face was enough to keep him in place long enough to not be rude, though, even though he suspected he was exhausted enough that he'd have an even harder time understanding her if this turned into a real conversation.

"I'm Penn Blackthorn," he answered, offering his characteristic half smile. He looked away then in the direction she'd been staring. "Did you see something out there?" he asked, still curious about what had had her distracted a few moments ago. He took a few deep whiffs of air, searching for unusual scents. Unfortunately, the territory was still somewhat new to him, so plenty of what he smelled regularly struck him as new.