Pam's brow rose ever so slightly as a familiar scent caught her attention. She didn't look around quickly or excitedly; she breathed in the scent, focusing on it without looking as if she was. She was a predator after all.
Slowly, her eyes closed and opened, a slight quirk at the corner of her lip. The scent did indeed belong to the woman who had annoyed the Viking. The woman was not at all worth the trouble she had caused, and there were times when reminded of Beauty's existence, Pam wondered how the young woman lived so long as she did.
The petite vampire watched the woman walk back and forth then away, only to see her return moments later to the same spot. Pam didn't say anything at first. Instead, she decided to let Beauty make the trip a few times before moving from the bench.
Pam moved quickly with the preternatural speed her Maker had gifted her long ago when he turned her. She was soon standing behind the pretty book worm and waited quietly for the young woman to turn around. She even let a smile come to her lips, just a hint of one anyway. She could be cordial, somewhat.