"Yeah, I hope so." If only for the sake of it, Pam managed a smile, then reached out for the bottle on the table to take another sip. "This helps, at least. I don't think I've ever been so glad to be able to drink." Really, she just needed to get out of the Compound. That would undoubtedly help. It'd be easier to keep out of people's way, then, and chances were it'd be less obvious that Jim had no intention of speaking to her any time soon. She could deal with it -- she had before -- but that didn't make it easy. She was just glad she hadn't told him what she'd planned to on the beach.