Penelope had a...complicated past with the high society of Hoenn. On one side of things, she found the accomplishments of people like ANA STONE something to grow giddy about, and sometimes, when in deep conversation with the likes of similar appearingly kind CEOs and high league members, it became even more difficult to remember their true colors and actions. How can one remain skeptical of the league, when cute faces like that Greyson Connors guy are involved? When even faces like @Melody are involved?

It often took events like these to reaffirm her negative feelings-- events consumed by the less savory faces of society. Those who sneer and mock at the less fortunate, using their circumstances as an excuse to gather and flaunt their wealth over one another.

Penelope could easily slip into the mask of the dotting participant, but even she needed a break sometimes. An escape from the madness.

When the man made his presence known, she didn't shift her gaze or immediately respond. Rather, she took several seconds of silence first, as to mourn over her loss of peace. Feigning a smile, she gave the man a half-glance before sighing, "Well, I can't promise to live up to that kind of expectation, but I'll definitely do my best."

"So, Mr. Isolation, is there a reason why you left the party? "

The man was quick to excuse himself, offering to leave as fast as he had came, and usually Penelope would've appreciated it. Sure, she had come to this event to acquaint herself with Hoenn's elite, however, her time spent here, alone, was a little too intimate to share with another person. Except, she didn't pick up any signs of entitlement or malice in the man beside her. Rather, he had given off the opposite impression.

"No, I'm just a bit tired." She admitted, "Honestly, I'd prefer your company right about now. You sort of seem like the first genuine person I've ran into all night. "