Cornering the cigarette on the left side of her mouth, she peruses the buffet with twitchy, disjointed movements. A couple in running gear cough politely to indicate to Penny that her smoke is bothering them. In lieu of a verbal answer, she drags and keeps puffing and grabs the basket of coffee stirrers&creamers, tucks it under her arm and piles up boxes of mini-cereals - the kind all kids like - and some other things; croissants, styrofoam cups, spoons and the metal pitcher of milk. The same couple clear their throats to indicate they, too, have some right to the milk Penny's absconding with and would like some conisderation.