Penny wasn't expecting their back and forth banter to die off so suddenly. Her forehead creased just enough to show that she was worried she said something wrong, but beyond that Penny didn't know what to think of it. In her eyes, Oliver was a good friend and had been generous enough to offer her a place instead of put her through the torture of finding a suitable roommate. It was becoming clear to her that other people thought there was something else between them and Penny was honestly confused by it.
Slightly bothered by the thought of her mentioning Oliver making Percy uncomfortable, she did her best to shift gears and concentrate on the man before her.
"I didn't think you were, but I do understand. Considering the circumstances, I just thought I should ask." Without another word, she turned and lead the way to the bar. It wasn't as crowded as it had been the last time she made a trip to it, so it was easy to nudge in and actually stand at the bar instead of outside a group of people. Penny leaned forward on the top and waited patiently for the bartender to come to them. "I've never been able to drink whiskey," she randomly stated, glancing back over at Percy, "As predictable as it is, I do tend to like the more fruity drinks. The less I can taste of the alcohol, the better."