Pamela hadn't met with any of the Winchesters since she got here. Them she knew. The others needed knowing along with her new surroundings. Hotel California had a whole new set of weirdness she'd never seen before...pardon the vernacular. But it was about time she checked on Family W. Make sure they were staying out of trouble.
She hadn't really tried to talk to the ghosts. No need, really. Not yet, anyway. A quick flex of clairvoyance let her know she stood a good chance of running into a Winchester if she just waited in the lobby at this time. She wasn't disappointed.
"Hey, Grumpy," she answered Sam from where she was perched on the arm of a chair, twirling her white and red cane in one hand. "What. No hug?"