Pam didn't react to either of them right away. She whimpered into the pile of paper, kicking woefully for a moment longer. She was still half-buried in the remains of her album when she reached a hand out and grabbed the box that it had all come in, and started shoveling the confetti back into it. She wasn't sure there was any salvaging her book, what with it being at least seventy pages long, but she could at least try to get at least one picture out of it. Even just one face?
She sat up again with pieces of paper stuck to the tears on her cheeks. They didn't seem to bother her.
"They put. My album. In a shredder!" she barked, before frantically going back to piling the paper in the box. "It's not okay! Why would they-- Who even does that?" she whined.