Penny looked at his hand and bit her lip, mostly to keep herself from blurting out anymore useless knowledge at the poor man who obviously had to think she was already some raving lunatic. Scolding herself for the terrible first impression, she just watched as he laid out the cards and, as soon as the crow hit the table, her right eye gave a distinct twitch. She couldn’t help it, but it visibly unnerved her and her wringing hands stopped and just sort of held nice and tight for a moment, holding each other with a crushing pressure as she looked back to him.<br/><br/>Her pale brown eyes couldn’t help but show worry, eyes sort of stuck on the crow card as soon as they came back down before peeling away to the one he was mentioning. She nodded her head and took in a shaky little breath, trying to still her thoughts before she went off like a loose cannon again.<br/><br/>“Yeah,” she muttered quietly. “I…I kinda just have a, um, quiet life?” she wasn’t sure how best to put that, but her life would have been considered boring by many. “And I like it the way it is. You know, nice routine and nothing too drastic. Just, you know, life.” She sighed a little, still not comfortable but at least she was making coherent and slow sentences now, with full stops and everything. “I kinda just want it to stay that way but…I don’t know, I feel this sort of pressure.”<br/><br/>Her eyes rose back to him, uncertainty joining worry now. Sara had explained to her that card reading was a sort of therapy, where you got to get things out and talk about it with someone who seemed to have a hint of what was going on already and therefore you didn’t need to spell it all out. Still, Penny felt compelled to explain a little of it, though she couldn’t help but feel that some of it was just normal. Of course people had trouble with life moving on and progressing; that was simply life. She reached up and moved a bit of hair away from her face as she fought to regain her composure, relaxing a little as she cleared her throat and the silence took back over, unsure of exactly what else she was supposed to say or do. She sat up a bit straighter, looking back down at that damned black bird. A little distracted by it, she suddenly asked, "Do I tell you more things or do you just keep going?" without really thinking about the question, hands slowly starting their wringing again.