Penny said hello to a teenager pushing a vat of foul smelling glue, and once out of Ms. Ismail's earshot continued, " ... It concerns her, but will ... " once again, she found herself at the start of the next line, and gave her greetings to a leather loader, as she moved towards the thread station, " ... could mean my job."
Mr. McMahon said, "At Yakob's, say, Seven?"
She only nodded, and continued the full tour.

