Hunting. The petite vampire was on the hunt. Oddly, she didn't feel the need to feed, or at least that wasn't what she was hunting for. She needed to find her Maker. She could feel him somewhere not far away, yet not close enough to touch or speak with. He was just on the very edges of her perceptions.
When the announcement was made, she'd allowed herself time to mourn, not for long though. Then she went to Purgatory to see that all was as it should be. Just because one of the owners/bosses was out of town, which was how Pam saw the situation - Eric was out of fucking town, and it didn't matter if/when he came back. He'd not gone to final death yet; she could still feel him.
With Purgatory checked on, she went hunting, and that was the mind frame she was in when she saw...IT. She'd seen some strange creatures in the past, but this one was...
"Fuck me." Her English accent peeked through more than normal as she saw the strange beast walking along as if it were very natural.