"I have sex toys! You gave me one for Christmas!" Pam pointed out, her voice tight with residual embarrassment. "And also a portrait of you, which is ridiculous, by the way." The portrait of Kiley had never made it up to Pam's room. She had left it downstairs with the trash, with the giant paintings from Simms, and luckily those all had yet to resurface again.
"Kate seems okay," she said, clearing her throat to release some of the tension. "Someone wanted us to fight back when Jack and Kate and Lennon got sick and we all had to clean? So, like, once we realized that it was someone else's fault, we got along okay, but I know, like, nothing about her. I feel like I should, since we're both on the council, or whatever? But, like, she does stick to herself a lot."