Pam huffs a short, irritated sigh as she insists on cleaning clumps of cement out of his hair and off his face before it dries. Well, it's already starting to dry, leaving a chalky residue on his skin. The rest of it caked on his clothes will have to be let alone.

"Fine, go," she says, and she steps back, shaking the goop from her hands. "I'm going to go take the longest, hottest shower ever taken."

And try to save her own hair.