Oh he chuckled at the thought of Penny secretly swearing away. Something about that mental image just tickling the Cajun boy. She was always so prim an proper, a real lady of sorts. Hell even the whole inhuman strength thing never bothered Drifter in the least. After all the man was literally living fog, so who was he to judge.
Giving her a fright had never been something he set out to do, or even something he enjoyed doing either. In truth that mind of his was just typically a bit to clouded over to pay much attention to such matters in general. Yet when she shook her head and spoke up a hint of a frown tugged at his lip. "Sorry, luv...wasn't thinking. Just figured the fastest way down was falling."
Silence reigned though as he listened to his friend continue on, and that forced smile of hers wasn't fooling the tattooed man in the least. Still a southern gentleman...in his own way, Murk patiently listened on; just sitting there, smoking slowly as he gazed at her with slightly glazed over eyes. "Sounds like she's a real piece of work...but ya would look good on film, pet. Got dat charm and beauty down cold." Without missing a beat he reached out he hand, offering over the joint as he considered her situation.