ithinkiwasbornforthis

Watching the fighting on the previous day had been informative for Pam. Although she had greatly wished to show them all how it was done, Pam had kept to herself, avoiding company and conversation as she watched, observing not only the fighters, but the spectators too. Silly human girls, macho men with varying levels of skill, and the more enigmatic memebers of the station's company as well. Klaus had been there, although she did not speak to him beyond a civil nod. He seemed to spend most of his time chatting up the infamous blue woman that Santana had mentioned.

What Pam really wants now is to let of some of the tension that has been building since she had been ripped from Eric's house to awaken in a quarantine cell, and she now knows just where to go to do that. Killing is off limits, and more the pity, but she's happy enough to take out her ire on the next meathead she comes across.

Pam returns to the same sparring room that had seen so much activity the previous day and, hearing the sound of fists smacking against the bags, Pam enters. She doesn't say anything at first, just watches, arms crossed as the man moves.

Finally she says, "Hello, handsome." Just to get his attention.