Penny Layne. Of course. That was the first thing Reese thought when he heard the helper speak her name. "Penny Lane, eh? I should have guessed."
He waved his own ID ring to confirm she was letting in a guest and the machine greeted him by his full name as well, Reese Russell Cameron. "Not quite as interesting as yours," he commented.
Standing inside her apartment, he couldn't help but feel a little bad for Penny -- something he suspected she would throttle him for if she knew. Not that his own flat was anything spectacular, but he'd managed to collect a variety of furniture that, while simple, didn't suggest abject poverty. To him, Penny's place didn't look like it was lived in as much as it was crashed in -- a quality Reese hated and hadn't minded living at home while at university because of. All of his friends dorms' and flats had seemed so... sad, in comparison. He preferred spaces that could be homes.
"It's all right," he said, migrating over toward the wall mural, which was the place's saving grace. He tilted his head as he looked at it, trying figure it out. He almost missed her question.
"Water, for now," he said, a little absently. He knew if he wanted to drink any more -- and he was nearing his rather low threshold, regardless -- he would definitely want to rehydrate first. He was a cautious drinker, all things considered.