It's about time that she actually surprised him, he who slips through security like a ghost, can vanish into crowds in the blink of an eye and has the annoying tendency to catch her when she's at her most vulnerable.
But Pam has done it.
Seated at the tiny circular table in her kitchen, the New York Times sprawled in front of her (the cover screams about the now-called Kramer Scandal, with her name quoted more than a few times), Pam glances up from her cup of (decaffeinated) coffee and motions for David Webb to sit down.
There is, after all, a cup of coffee already waiting for him.
"I had a feeling you were coming," she says calmly at his very well hidden but still perceptible look of surprise.