"That's not all that weird here. From what I hear, I mean, it's never been me before. It's still like... mildly unsettling that there is another person with my face wandering around somewhere, but I guess that's the fun of multiple universes!" Penelope attempts jazzhands here, but with so much crap in her hands, the effect is slightly less than ideal. "And by 'fun' I mean 'bullshit', of course, but you know."

Penelope shifts her weight on her hip, here, making it clear that she's going to hang around and wait for this guy to get his shoes back on so she can interrogate him further. It's not every day she meets a somewhat genial, not-bad-looking male-type individual who claims to A) know an alternate version of her and B) not have slept with her. Or maybe it's just some bitch with her face, who knows. Whatever. She intends to find out.

"So who's this bitch you know? She's probably not me, since you didn't seem pissed off at me when I caught you staring before, and if it was me, let's face it, you would be. So." At least she's smiling when she says it! Or what passes for a smile, with Penelope's dry expressions.