[She's all too eager to take his arm. See, this is one of the reasons she adores Chase so much: he makes her feel safe. Safer, anyway. The whole month has been nothing but tension and mirror monsters and understaffing at the centers and Jimmy being an idiot and dying when a maniac went after her. Even though she saw Jimmy, confirmed that he was alive and well--intimately--she can still see him with his throat ripped out, covered in blood. And to think that she had just had sex him, with these kinds of images running around her head... how sick is that?

Penny has, while thinking, tightened her grip on Chase's arm considerably, and it occurs to her rather belatedly that he's probably expecting her to reply.]

I'm okay. There's just--there's this, you know, [she gestures to her neck where a ring of bruises that form a bite shape stand out starkly] and this whole month has just been...

[She can't think of an adjective. Best move along.]

Sorry--for leaving, that is. I was going back to my room. Really.