Well, maybe not as rude as she'd thought, since Pam mentioned it. Lana sort of slunk over to the table, dropping down in the seat nearest to Pam and trying not to crowd her. "Think I've had worse wake-ups," she said with a little shrug before she regarded the puppy and everyone else at the table, her plate resting on the table top as she picked at the toppings on her pizza, popping them into her mouth as she mostly listened.
She, after all, was still feeling this place out. "Pizza's good," she offered to whomever wanted to take that as a compliment, and it seemed a good idea to acknowledge that food she hadn't had to make herself was good - maybe it would happen again. Having someone else make food really kicked ass.