"All of the above?" Pam offered with a dry laugh and a raised eyebrow, considering the bottle and its story before she reached out to take it. At least she hadn't been the only one. It might have been -- or, admittedly, it probably was -- insensitive, but there was a bizarre sort of comfort in hearing about other people disappearing. When it came to that, she'd much rather have been one of many than the exception to the rule.

Without a word of that, though, she lifted the bottle in a mock toast, then tipped her head back to take a long sip. It was certainly strong, moreso than she'd expected, but she figured if there were ever an occasion to get drunk, it was then. She was in no way in a position to get picky, either. "Not bad," she said, when she'd set the bottle back on the table. "You really made this?"

It was kind of hard to imagine someone who'd worked at Dunder Mifflin for years producing alcohol, but that might've just been her.