For the second time, Orsino stopped fidgeting and leaned slightly away from her. He fixed her with a leery gaze. She apparently seemed to think they knew each other. Why else would she start asking about his trousers in such a familiar way, or accuse him of stalking her? But then...
"Oh." His posture became less rigid, though he was still a far cry from relaxed. Most people would probably smile at this point, having realized they've just run into someone they've spoken with before. Instead, Orsino just looked mildly concerned.
"What? Sorry. You're that one from the journals the other day." His grip on the CD tightened. "Penny?"