Pat turns as he's spoken to, giving her a nod. "Hi. You're one of the newer people, right?"

Toxin gulps down some more glop before snaking his tongue out to lick the rest away from his jaws, then moves to sniff in Penelope's direct.

He's keeping an eye on that goo-tray of hers, though. The symbiote knows all too well people sometimes freak out about him, and he'd rather not get winged with it.