Penelope wasn't an idiot. She could pick up perfectly what the man was suggesting in regards to his sister. She had seen situations like that in her travels. Although, she had been lucky to not be a victim herself, she had killed or injured others who had tried to hurt other weaker or quieter members of the group she had traveled with. She didn't know what to say to the man. Penelope just lowered her eyes for a moment and leaned on the edge of the aisle, grabbing it lightly with both of her hands. 'I'm sorry' didn't seem to be enough for something like that.
At the question for her name in place of his, Penelope looked over at him again. "My name? I wasn't kiddin' before. It's Penelope Lane. Honest," she said. "What's yours?"
She let go of the aisle and reached over to a shelf from her side. "There's some gauze here," she said, taking it off the shelf and then tossing it over to him. "Are you and your sister alright? Why do you need safety supplies? Or is it just a precautionary measure?"