Both of them are cold, but Pam is positively icy, wrapped solidly around her arm as thoroughly as any manacle. She shivers in reflexive cold. She'd ask if it's helping (maybe a stopwatch was optimistic. A regular watch with a minute hand would do just fine), but honestly, she's trying not to flinch against the hungry pull on her arm.

Thoughts about a study she read by Temple Grandin in relation to how Eric was the one to bite her, not Pam... really don't help. She tries to knock that off.