Penn was watching the whole thing, pretty speechlessly. She was finding it difficult to keep up and who knew what was going on in this bizarre, bizarre place which was as far removed from her home as was humanly possible. But maybe 'humanly' was the wrong word because some of these beings were beginning to look anything but.<br/><br/>Come to think of it, Penn, herself, was beginning to feel a bit strange. Maybe it was just the shock of the whole ordeal. She felt slightly weaker, as if she didn't have enough blood racing through her veins. When she glanced down at her arms, they appeared slightly paler than usual. Huh, odd.<br/><br/>She heard someone say something about a rapist and, if it was possible to feel anymore uneasy about the whole situation, she did. She was useless when it came to physical combat; how could she wrestle off a rapist?! She took an automatic step back from the group and started rubbing her elbows nervously. She wished she'd brought a thicker jacket - oh, wait, she never planned this strange trip in the first place.<br/><br/>Which, of course, got her brain thinking for the hundredth time since she'd arrived in this mysterious setting; why on earth was she here? She heard something vaguely about games and gathering humans but nobody had directly answered her question. She wasn't particularly strong or brave or heroic. Just plain, old Penn.