John fell into a more human pace as he approached, heading to give Pam a kiss on the cheek. He slowed, however, amd his bright smile faltered slightly at the quizical look he was recieving. The idea he'd tracked down the wrong Pam clicked on, and he suddenly felt a moment of regret. He wasn't sure how a new Pam would find him.
"Hello," he responded, quieter than normal. He looked around again, the feeling in the area... strange. He was quite sure somebody else was around, but couldn't detect them. That wasn't unusual for Pam's companions, however, and he minimally trusted that her learning of him being a sibling would keep her from sicing a pet or plaything on him.
Probably.
"Sorry, we haven't met. I was looking for- I mean, the other Pam," he stumbled slightly on his words, heavy Southern inflection keeping his words soft. He suddenly had no real idea what to say, then realized she still had no idea who he was.
He took a step forward, extending his hand. "Sorry, I'm John, Pam's... Eric turned me, in the old world."