Even as Pam leaned harder against Oliver, she felt her irritation spike at having to use her head for anything right then, which just led to more frustrated tears. They weren’t hypothermic, she was sure! But they were malnourished, which was more than enough for her to just want to konk out. “Oh my god, fine. Fine! So it’s like, ninety one, eighty one—two, eighty two, seventy three. Can we go? Please? Oh my god. I’m sorry, but like, we just need to get out of here already. We’ve been here probably like three days and I can’t with this anymore.”