"Sure. Whatever. You won't tell me stuff, I won't tell you stuff, it's fine."

"Penny, this is dangerous and you know that."

"I'll be back later, okay?" says Archie, and starts making his way back to his office.

She gets out of his way. Restrooms are thataway, that's always a safe destination.

She rolls her eyes. "Yes. It is. Fine. Whatever." And she reaches for her phone.

<PennyLane> Want me to tell my dad about you?

<PennyLane> Offer help

<PennyLane> Since he won't talk

<PennyLane> And then we can figure out what's up

Denice's hands are in no way steady enough to check her phone right now, but when it starts alerting her to new messages she changes course to approach Penny's table, going a little out of her way so that she comes into Greg's view before she's too close to him.

Okay, that's her cue. "So, do you want any help with the Cult?"

"...help? Penny, what—" And then he spots Denice. And frowns.

She doesn't falter; if she wasn't already moving she'd be in some trouble, but she is, and keeping going is easy enough. (Exits are here and here and here, routes, traffic, most likely to work if she has to grab Penny too, hiding places...)

She stops behind Penny's chair, eyes downcast. "Hi," she murmurs, too quiet for either to hear, and then repeats herself, louder.

"...so you're the friend Penny's been talking to," he realizes.

She looks up, just to the level of his chest, and nods.

He settles back in his chair. "Since when?"

"Couple days."

He furrows his eyebrows but remains silent for a few seconds.

Yeah, that's not long enough for her to both work out what to say and work up the courage to say it. It's probably not even long enough for one of those things.

Her gaze returns to the floor.

He glances at Penny then looks back at Denice. "How does your power work, exactly?"

"Hearing. Really... good, hearing. Talking, at, miles away." Vague gesture. "Stuff."

"You can hear talking from miles away?" he repeats.

Nod.

He regards her thoughtfully. "Do you want to help?"

She pauses, glances at Penny; looks down for a second, then back up, all the way to his face this time, and nods.

"Heard... them, talking. Trouble soon."

"The Cult?"

"Yeah, she heard some weird Cult people talking about some pretty freaky things."

"What things?"

Sigh.

"Dunno. Drug, maybe. ...I have..." she fiddles with her phone for a few seconds and then holds it up for him to see the transcript.

He reads it attentively.

"That all of it?"