"I should dye mine," He reflects, as though his ears, skin, or gender wouldn't give him away. "I didn't think I'd be drunk, I just..."

He pinches the bridge of his nose, and winces. After a moment, he blinks it away. Two years of avoiding civilization, and your tolerance goes to total shit.

"You've been here before, though? You know this place?"

Alan sounds a little surprised, despite himself. Pam's been so easy to talk to, it's easier still to forget she didn't just spring into being.