Pam watched as her little brother handled the situation rather well. A little violence, a little vampiric finesse. Her head tilted a bit as if she were listening or a hint confused about what was going on. Some people had considered getting involved, but it was over before they really had a chance to do anything. They weren't ready to do anything to the ex-pastor even as he walked to the petite blond on the bar. His confidence and indifference more than most would care for; it said he was ready to do something worse if he had to.
"She's...no. She's all yours. You earned her fair and square." She gave a little hop off the bar and landed on the ground easily enough. Truth was she hadn't needed John's help to get on top of the bar. She may not be able to fly, but she could jump.
"Let's go." He'd gotten his dinner, now he would need to feed. She didn't want him doing that here, not when she didn't know who and what these humans might be. Hunters came in all shapes and sizes, many of which seemed to fit this sort of establishment. "Bring her with you."
She claimed her brother's free hand and guided him out the door. Pam would let John decide if he'd merely escort the woman out or throw her over his shoulder.