Penny keeps Hiro close, her fingers sinking deep into arm-tissue, keeps him from breaking her in half. She asides to him, mouth more or less occluded by the bulging rim of his glasses, "It's Pobs, did a thing and" Hiro can feel whatever kind of gesture she makes. Something that signifies this thing can not be helped or sorted. "We uh.. " indicating Abel "just met." And to put a point on it, a wad of cash and business card tumbles out of the disarray of other-dress and gathered coat in Penny's arms.