Out of the fire and into the frying pan, it would seem; Pamelia keeps her smile affixed when she turns toward the Steward, even as her heart continues to pound in her ears.

"Valery, is it? Hello, again." Taking a breath, she shakes her heat, a veritable riot of curls. "Actually, I was hoping to speak with you."

No she wasn't, but she'll make it work. And she'll loop her arm through yours Valery, obviously you wouldn't mind would you?