Penny reached for the bag if only for something to occupy her hands. Fidgeting and pacing would only alert Nemo to how uncomfortable she was. Or, not uncomfortable necessarily, but awkward. Terribly and uncomfortably awkward.

"What time is it anyway?" She asked with a hint of embarrassment. It wasn't like her to be so out of sorts to not know roughly what time it was. All she knew was that the sun was up.