Pam had to admit: so far, this arrangement was... comfortable.

She woke up in Harley's arms in the morning, made it out to Slaughter Swamp - and Croc - in half an hour, and barely much more time later, she was here. Opening up the shop, not so much because she cared for it, but because if she was here she might as well.

It wasn't as if things got busy.

With that all done, she set up her lab equipment in the back room, and got to work.

She'd hear if anyone came in.

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