"THEN WHAT WAS THAT NOISE? DID YOU JUST THROW SOMETHING IN THE SINK?" You hear the clatter of approaching footsteps on the hardwood floor, and you know the jig is up almost before it began. The plate you're hiding under flies up into the air, and all of a sudden you're staring at a new wide-eyed giantess. Pam is tall (and would be even if you weren't shrunken) with brown hair. She is very, very pretty, and very skinny too. She seems smart, but also the artistic type. She has an impish grin in her eyes. You don't think she'll be very helpful.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?" she asks, looking down her nose at you.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'THAT'? IT'S NOT A TOY," says Jess. "I MEAN, HE'S NOT A TOY. HE'S A PERSON. I WORK WITH HIM. THERE WAS ... AN ACCIDENT."
"WELL, EITHER WAY, THIS IS OUR LUCKY BREAK." Pam leans down and stares. You're glad she's not picking you up, but it still feels like she's staring right through you. And that feeling is so much worse when it's a giant pair of eyes on a giant face staring you down. You feel like she owns you. You have no idea what she'd do if she had you alone, and you sure don't want to find out.
That's why you don't notice when Jess reaches over to pick you up. As soon as you notice the hand wrapping around you, you're up in the air and floating high above the kitchen floor as Jess walks over towards her room. As she leaves, she tells Pam to stop being so weird about you. "LET'S ACTUALLY TRY TO HELP HIM." That's a relief... but you're still worried about Pam.