"Perhaps you just have one of those faces," Pamela joked, "Or you just find yourself in the company of generous people. Take what you want of it, I suppose." Outside, they passed by the body of a dead guard. A victim of Pam's kiss, as it was obvious enough by his lack of injury otherwise. There were broken pieces of a camera not far from where he was lying.
There was a car nearby and a man was sitting behind the wheel. He looked in a daze, eyes glazed over and staring past the wheel. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, he might have seemed dead.
"And here is our ride," she said, coming to the passenger side, "Don't mind him, he's under control."