Parker cast a regretful look at the stoic redhead with the walking stick before hurrying after David into the shelter. Her, and all of those other people, might die out there because of David Mitchum's choice. Oh well, at least Parker herself had made the cut. She would have to study the other woman carefully to decide whether she was just insane, or could be useful in the long run. Maybe her erratic behavior had just been a response to the extremity of the situation; after all, unlike David and Parker, this woman surely hadn't expected the world to end today.<br/><br/>Parker was, like David, a fanatic survivalist. Though she lacked his monetary and physical resources, she had the knowledge. A lot of it hadn't been tested (she hadn't made the time to go live in the wild for a few weeks and subsist on her trapping skills, though she had meant to.) But her bedside copy of the "Army Field Survival Manual" was as well-worn as a diary, and as full of notes, by the time she'd memorized its contents. The only thing she'd exaggerated about in her speech to him was her knowledge of hydroponic agriculture, which was limited - but at least she had a buddy who grew weed in his apartment, and thus knew the basic principles.<br/><br/>She couldn't wait to go through all of David's preparations, for the blast and for life after, and see how close they were to the ideal provisions she'd dreamed of having the wealth to stockpile. Would he have solar panels, or battery packs for power tools, or canning jars? Would his seed bank be both extensive and well-preserved? She would have to wait for a guided tour, or else she'd surely be mistaken for a thief.<br/><br/>As the lift deposited them into the underground room, which was as luxurious as her apartment, Parker was amazed. She had expected the bare minimum necessary to live, but this place looked like it would be downright pleasant to inhabit. "David, it's wonderful," she said sincerely. Unlike her compliment about the dog, for whom she had mixed feelings. On the one hand, Max was a handsome animal and obviously useful, but he was also large and frightening. She noticed the electric stove, and mentioned, "I know how to cook on one of those." Hm, whatever air system he was using, the stuff they were breathing must not be flammable.<br/><br/>At David's invitation she took a seat on the floor next to the armchair, leaning sideways against while she watched the monitor. She let the prostitute have her space to crawl all over David; obviously that's what the woman had to do to feel secure, so she wouldn't interfere. She asked the platinum blond, "What's your name, honey?" Parker's next objective was to strengthen her bonds with David and her other new roommate, and it would take some work. Being a serious and calculating person right beneath her normally carefree exterior, she sometimes found it hard to make friends.