Re: G and Garcia
Well, that gave her a possible lead. Penelope wasn't willing to give up on the hunt; as she'd told him, she was unaccustomed to coming up empty-handed. If this G had grown up in LA, maybe there would be some sign of him to be found there. Or some sign of why he wasn't to be found.
"Bah," she scoffed good-naturedly. "Please. That's not a real jewel, it's an overpolished Hollywood prop - with chipped paint!" She waved a dismissive, gloved hand, overbalancing herself in the process. Catching hold of G's sleeve, she steadied herself, and laughed at his self-imposed titles.
"Well, who doesn't love a man of mystery? I ask you." Adjusting her grip, she tucked her hand through his elbow with the air of friendliness-bordering-on-flirting that she took with new people. "So since I can't tell you about you, Mystery Man, why don't you tell me about you? I'll even promise not to scorn all of it. You know, unless it's really asking for it. I mean really, like I can't help myself."
The blatant flirting and inappropriate sexual innuendo wouldn't start until she'd known him a little longer.