"Why don't you go get the crossbow, Pam?" Audrey suggested, though Pam hadn't really waited for her input. She didn't trust Pam with it, of course - and honestly doubted the woman would use it at all if she hadn't used her mace - but if she could leverage being basically a hero in this moment to take possession of said crossbow, she wasn't going to pass that up.
"You seem to have a problem hearing me," she continued in a conversational tone to Joe. "I said we would answer your questions, not ask them of you. Frankly, I can't say that I give a damn about who you are or where you're from as long as you're not running around here like a wild man, terrifying teenagers and being a general menace. You may not believe it, but everyone in this house has been taken against their will. Everyone woke up here the same way. Some of us have been here much longer and would very much love to go home. So if you really do have a lieutenant, soldier, I hope as much as you do that he finds us."
She hadn't let up the pressure on his arm. "But in the meantime, until I'm convinced you're calm enough to have a rational conversation - or to at least bugger off and refrain from assaulting anyone else here - you can just stay right where you are." Honestly it was a shame she couldn't just roofie him and be done with it for a day. She might be giving off the impression that she had nothing better to do, but she really didn't want to be mixed up in this clusterfuck all day. "I'm not here to be your enemy, so the offer is still open. We can go get some coffee and I can give you the background on this place, or you can keep making friends with the carpet. What's it going to be?"