Maybe this place wasn't so bad. Pamela was just treating it as a haven, as somewhere to stay and survive. As somewhere to yes, just be normal. She smiled, Lance had his tongue out happily as Nick pet him. "Sure. Pam is fine by me. Blind is never average though" she said musingly "after all, to be able to hear thing s others might? Or catch a scent? Or to be able to know what something is by its texture? It's amazing." She said.

She looked down at Lance and said "he's meant to have one of those coats, that says seeing eye dog, but it..." Burn in the fire. "Got lost on our way here" not the truth, but then she would have to exain why she survived the fire. And she didn't want to go there. "He really on helps me not walk into things now"