Aspen wasn't technically too far from Pam, who was making a lot of noise for someone waking up in a virtual sweat lodge full of human beings at God only knew what time of the morning. Aspen sat up, as sleepy and sticky and irritable as a toddler napping in an un-airconditioned back seat, and snapped, "Come on, what is even-- Marco--"
She got to her feet, stumbling and trying not to step on anybody until she could grip the edge of a sofa and straighten up, which gave her a better view of the situation. Such as it was. There was an actual octopus, which she hadn't... expected. Okay.
"Marco," she said, reaching out for his arm, "don't hurt her, calm down--"