"Hi, Chase," Pam said when she was addressed. She probably could have gotten up to help, too, but god, she didn't want to. If she was going to get up, it was going to be to go finish those eggs by herself. "I still think it's weird you keep a bunch of stuff in the cemetery, by the way, even though Kiley insists that it's not." She could have said that she was kidding, but she was tired, and really did find it weird enough that she didn't bother to play it off. "I'm sorry we ate some things and stole your warm clothes, though. But also I guess I'm glad they were there, just not, like, glad they were out of reach for the past forty eight hours..."