"I don't believe we have, but if you come closer, I may be able to tell you." Pam sat up, her head tilting slightly. One small hand rested on the bench beside her; it lifted just enough to let her pat the spot next to her.
"Sit." It was almost a command. The small woman looked young and soft, but her voice suggested that she could be something much more dangerous. The look, the blank look, suggested it as well perhaps. "Tell me who you think I am." There was no glamour, not yet.