Pam always struck a tall figure: she could easily be called imposing, even in her overalls and with her hair tied back. Fungal hyphae marked one cheek, where they hadn't been a few minutes ago.

One weaved around a finger. She glanced down, then switched her coffee to that hand. She picked up the muffin with the other one, and then returned to the table, setting it down in front of her new dark-haired acquaintance.

She took care not to brush against Octavia in any way-- she moved back to her seat after that.