Chimera Fields you're just a line in a song.

Penn watched her closely as she responded. The memory of their last encounter was welcomed back into his head, but he didn't examine the same parts of it this time. Her words were full of her usual sharp humor, and her tone delivered them as he would expect. Overall, she seemed like she was doing better than she had been that day. But not exactly. Something was still off, though Penn couldn't exactly say just then what it was.

He would go along with it, in any event. He didn't want every time they ran into each other to be doom and gloom and longing and angst. They had once been great friends--their encounters were full of laughter and light-hearted fun. Penn knew perfectly well he was the one who had fucked it all up, but that didn't mean he wouldn't do his part to try to steer them back to it.

"Aimless gallivanting, of course," Penn replied promptly, since it was the honest truth, "I've been doing it for some time now. I think my skills are really starting to peak." At least, he hoped. But he'd keep that one to himself for now.

"What about you? You look less like shit this time," Penn asked, wondering how she would take the comment. There was no better indicator to him of her mood than what she did when he nonchalantly insulted her.