Pam stepped away from her little brother as the other Pam raced off. She looked up at John Tudor, her eyes narrowing slightly, and then she began circling him, appraising.
"You came looking for me. Why? Is it simple family fealty, or do you want something?" She wasn't angry; in fact, she was proud of him. He'd done very well in handling a less than pleasant meeting.
"You are well? Look as if you haven't been feeding." She stopped circling and faced him, taking a step closer so there was little room between them. "Why?" She knew that they had not trained him in feeding in a place where they had to hide the feeding. She also knew that he was not one to give in to the hunt. Or he hadn't been, even when the hunt was savage and called to the beasts within all vampires. The blood and savagery of it, she missed that at times, but she also liked the luxuries this world provided and the clothes. Either way, they would survive.