Ilde bumps her hip against Penelope's, as if to indicate that she has in fact noticed the distinct lack of trousers going on in that general area. The area of Penelope's arse.

"That's true." When she turns slightly for the sake of conversation (it doesn't matter how quiet it is, just as long as she can see), it becomes evident that the gleam on her isn't a trick of the light; the light catches there, mother of pearl through the illusion that's much thinner than usual. This just seems like the right place to play with that. "I don't think I've been to a place like this before, quite."