Reason with him

"Well, shit." Penny continued to cover her private parts with her hands as best she could. Max seemed like he expected to be patted on the head, but he wasn't too pushy about it.

"... Penny? Are you OK? Are you naked?"

She was pretty sure he knew the answer to that. He was staring hard, and his sweatpants didn't hide what else was hard.

"I went out drinking to celebrate my birthday and I got jumped by some scanner guys, OK? I'm fine. I just want to go home, I was trying to sneak through. Mind turning around, letting me jump your back hedge?"

He did not turn away.

"Poor girl! I could get you a jacket and some pants, maybe some tea or--"

"Sir, please, my house is right there. Just let me go."

"You're going to trample my flower garden and then present yourself to your father like that? You'll scare him half to ****!"

This is so fucked. He's making shit up so he can see more. You dirty old fuck, just let me go! It's easy! Say never mind, this is messed up, go home!

"He knows I went out, he's not waiting up. I'll be careful with your flowers. Please."

"Young lady, show some respect. You're obviously roughed up and I'm just trying to help."

"Then why are you STARING AT ME?" She hadn't meant to raise her voice, but her control of her emotions was breaking down. Was that a beer thing? "All I need to do is go home!"

Mr. Travers walked closer to her. He put his hands up in a "comforting" gesture that was not at all comforting.

Do grown men always treat women like they're gullible idiots? Does he really think he's being smooth, that he'll get away with this? Say never mind, this is messed up, go home! Easy!

"Penny, you're being emotional. Is it the liquor talking? I know you're hurt and scared, but you're already safe. I'm just being nice."

"Mr. Travers, please, I'm not trying to make trouble! We can forget this happened!"

"Make trouble? Forget this happened? Kiddo, that sounded a bit threatening. You should be polite to a guy who is trying to help you. It's easy to reverse-search a woman and see if Scan Porn has been made of her. I'm sure you don't want to attract more attention to this."

Who's fucking threatening who, then? Never mind! Go home! All you gotta say!

"I don't need a jacket, Mr. Travers. Please let me go."

"I'm not holding you here. It hurts me to hear you say it like that."

He wasn't completely wrong. She could easily flee.