Mr. Bernard applied the last of the adhesive to Penny's skin, sealing her face back together again. Penny felt the texture of the skin, noting that it's smoother than before. "it's getting smoother, Mr. Bernard." "Yes, it is isn't it?" he replied in a raspy voice, "I'm honestly surprised that I've managed to progress skin grafts this far. I must admit when Ironwood brought me in, I was expecting some kind of rushed mass production skin for medical purposes, not for a synthetic like yourself." "A synthetic like me," she repeated, thoughtfully.
Mr. Bernard stopped working and watches her think. "Penny, I might just be here to fix up your body, but I can tell something is bothering you. It shows on the skin." "It does?" "Of course it does. You're far more human than people are willing to admit, and it shows on the skin." Mr. Bernard pulls Penny's hand palm up. Pointing at the indentations, he continues, "you've been tense, lately. Very tense, for these marks to linger." Mr. Bernard stands up and places his hand on her forehead, gently, "I can see it and feel it because I know your skin. But I don't know why."
Penny looks up at Mr. Bernard, and doesn't tell him. She neglects to respond, and he takes that as an answer, "Don't worry Penny, you said you made friends, and while Ironwood doesn't like that fact, I believe it's a good thing for you to have. "
Penny smiles at him, trying to comfort him to not worry about her. He departs, finished with his work. Alone, Penny puts her clothes back on and leaves as well. Mr. Ironwood was outside, talking to Mr. Bernard. Without speaking, Ironwood nods to Penny giving her permission to leave.