The keep-quiet look was largely unnecessary, at least at first. Penelope was too busy goggling at the stranger, trying to take in everything he was saying.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, sugar, put on the brakes. You're saying we actually are in the Bizarro World right now?" She shook her head in bewilderment. What she most wanted to ask was whether the rest of the team was here, but she bit back the question at the last second. They still didn't know if this man - who apparently had had them drugged and kidnapped and transported unconscious across state lines - could be (ha!) trusted. And if he couldn't, and the others were here and hadn't been caught yet, Garcia wouldn't be the one to point him in their direction.
Her head was spinning. There was really only one thing she knew for certain, and she latched on to it: She would much, much rather be outside than locked in an interrogation room. It would reassure her somewhat as to Vance's intentions, and if they had to escape, it could only be easier from outdoors. So as long as they were being offered the option...
"Yes. Yes, I would very much like to see New York Prime for myself." She got to her feet, wincing at the stiffness in every limb. No idea how long they'd been out, but if they'd really been transported to New York, it had been a while. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and noted the awful state of her hair and makeup with dismay. Trying to shove a lock of hair back behind her ear, she found her hands were shaking, and planted them hard on her hips so hopefully no one would notice. She fixed the man with a Death Glare. "I also want my computer back, right now. And the rest of our things."