Well, fuck.

This is bad.

Pam remains standing at the foot of the concrete stairs, well out of Eric's way as he paces.

It's one thing to merely see Eric when he's furious. It's a whole different thing to feel him, in her blood, right through to the marrow of her bones.

Also? Not a good idea to be on the receiving end of his anger.

She waits in silence, hands on her hips and watching him closely, nearly as tense as he is. More for his sake than anyone else's.