Tara had a feeling she was going to be a shade overwhelmed with all the people, but she at least knew the ones she could turn to if she needed ... well, not exactly a safety net but something familiar. More familiar, anyway; it wasn't like anything here was horribly familiar to her.
Still, she smiled over at Pam when she sat down, offering her a nod in response before her eyes flicked back toward the kitchen, then to the others who were either standing around or sitting at the table. "It's nice," she agreed. "A good choice for dinner," she added - and it was. Pizza was pretty easy to eat on the fly, after all, and it led to a more social atmosphere than say, soup or something you should probably be sitting down for.
"Do you think something like this'll happen often?" She imagined often enough, but she was curious to see if there was a history of these events in the past.