Poor girl.

That probably reads just like the vaguely insincere filler it's meant to be had he the opportunity to say out loud; his compassion for Penelope herself is probably not a requirement. It is a stand in message, anyway, scissoring off the conversation.

The span of time between it and the next message is the time it takes for Lucius to pick up his coat from the end of his bed. And, of course, typing the blasted thing.

Where are you ?