Testing my skills

At this moment, Penny had three options:

Option 1: Swing her feet back up and kick him right in his family jewels.

Option 2: Strike him with her elbow straight to his gut… Then beat him to a pulp.

Option 3: Panic.

She panicked for the first five seconds. However, the third option quickly fell off the list as Penny considered which of the other two this guy — the one invading her personal space — deserved more. 

As she weighed her options, she caught a faint, familiar scent of musk. Mixed with it was the sterile smell of medicine, like that from a hospital.

What a weird combination of perfumes, she thought.

"Huh?" Penny cocked her head back to look at the person, the top of her head brushing against his chest.

Even from this angle, she quickly recognized him.

Her face twitched. 'Isn't this… my husband?!'