"I thought maybe Mexico but then he said 'Don't be trite'" mimicking someone or other following her own thread, continuing in that same booming voice "'we can not tolerate that level of filth' so then I thought maybe Rio and he didn't have anything to say about that," evening out to her indoor voice. Forgetting any impulse to chew or even bother with food, Penny picks up a magazine and holds it up infront of her face during a commercial. "God is one of us." A pause.