She hadn't considered that someone might ask what she was drawing. Penny looked down at the page and then back up, her mouth twitching left and than right before turning the pad so he could see it. It was a sketch of the moon, clearly incomplete, but with the beginnings of the big sad eyes. There was the eerie aura of white left in the empty space for her to add color to later. "Boring, I know. Sooo... what happens after this?" The thought of home by herself, while usually appealing, had begun to seem lonely at night. She was less than eager to leave.