She just smiled and gave a little nod of her head. Apparently that was what she was doing and who she was doing it with. Strange the woman said he, as Penny had always pictured a tarot reading featuring some woman with hair all too large for her head…though, maybe this Jonas fellow would turn out to be the male version of that. All dim lighting and symbols and whatnot, too… She worked to clear her thoughts as Lily offered her a warm place to sit and dry off, sinking instantly into one of the chairs. “Oh. Thank you,” she managed to mutter rather meekly as she looked around before she leaned towards the heater, eyes following the woman as she flittered off.<br/><br/>This was still all so strange for her but, well, Sara swore by it and Penny was desperate. She sighed as she reached over to grab one of the towels, gently patting off her arms and shoulders before she started on her legs, though she knew well enough that she would need a good tumble in a dryer if she wanted to get the water all off. Penny’s pale gaze fixated on the heater which was, arguably, the most normal thing about the shop and somehow comforting in that way. Was she really here doing this? About to let some stranger flip around a few pieces of paper with pictures on them and then expect to get something useful out of this? This was absolute madness-<br/><br/>-but so was thinking that crows were systematically trying to ruin your life. Or so she reminded herself. By the time Lily had returned, the woman had a rather set frown running across her face, brow furrowing with a look of absolute worry at the thought of losing her  mind. This, however, was chased away as she jumped as Lily peaked back around the corner.<br/><br/>“Hm? What?-Oh. Yeah,” she gave a polite smile, or at least attempted a twitch of her lips as she rose and placed the towel back over the chair. “Thank you so much for that. I didn’t know it was supposed to rain today,” she added, trying to make the situation more normal with a little small talk. Penny found the whole concept of small talk rather helpful and, arguably, it had been a great boon to her life. She wasn’t absolutely sure, but she imagined at least half of her life had been spent talking to countless people about countless and trivial little things…but those were the things that Penny liked most. The little things just gave you such a bigger picture on a person that any of the ‘big questions’ or the usually over stimulated soul searching. Things like that were fine, sure, but not for her. No. Penny rather talk about the weather or the quality of a coffee with a stranger, able to pull tiny little details from what most people would have called obscure.<br/><br/>Of course, you had to be able to talk in coherent sentences to do that, and Penny was currently unable to do that as she resorted to just giving another little nod of conformation before nervously awaiting Lily to lead the way.