Pam didn't move. It wasn't that she wanted to be rude, or that she was being stubborn. She didn't move because she wasn't sure what to make of this one. He wasn't like them; he did things that they could not do. Then again, she could say the same for her own kind. Her brow lifted ever so slightly as she wondered who could and would kill the other first.
"Why are you here if not for him?" Simple curiosity? Something else? There were so many other reasons a creature like him may come into this bar and not for her Maker. She glanced at the bar, motioning for the man behind the counter to start tending the bar.
She slid into the spot across from him. "How many wish to kill the other side?" Her brow rose. She was often given to the straightforward and possibly awkward.