Parker answered David's question quickly and without hesitation. "Weight, 125 pounds. I have non-perishable food, water, some clothes, first aid supplies, a metal match, vegetable seed packets, and my camera. There's a telephoto lens that can be used for scouting. Also a couple of knives: a hunting knife and a Swiss Army knife." She glanced over at the hooker, who was probably being denied a place on account of her own knives. "I'll understand if you want to hold onto those while I'm in the bunker."<br/><br/>Parker didn't mention the vodka and the weed, or her emergency stash of codeine; if she didn't make it in, she didn't want anyone jumping her for them. Undoubtedly he would search her when she came through the door, so he'd know soon enough anyway. She also didn't bother mentioning her cell phone or the smaller items in her camera bag, since she assumed he wanted to know what survival gear she had, not what shade of lipstick she was carrying.<br/><br/>She walked up to David, trusting his shotgun to protect her from the others. "Oh, this must be Max! I love dogs." She smiled at the German Shepard. Actually she was kind of neutral on the subject, but a little exaggerating didn't hurt anything.