Pam was a creature not only used to being watched, but keenly aware of every single time it happened. Seemed to happen a lot in this place, whenever she decided to slum it with a little True Blood. More so than in Shreveport, at least, after some time had passed following the great Reveal of her kind. That's the only thing she could really figure out about this world, and if she let it, it'd start to get under her skin and start to wriggle.
Easing her wine glass back down to the counter, Pam met the dark woman's eyes with a flat look and brows slightly arched in obvious expectancy.
"I'm outta your price range, Sweetheart." Pam's dark honey voice rolled from the back of her throat through a half-smile that contained zero warmth. "But lookin's free. Mostly."