[Inwardly, Parker was twitching. She was trembling and her fingers tightened around the cup that was now drained of vodka. Bits of memories, things that she wasn't fucking meant to remember were coming to the surface. She could feel them, feel like almost like phantom nanobots. Swallowing quickly, all Parker could do was nod.] Yeah. [She...hadn't McCoy warned her that something like this would happen? Why didn't she fucking listen?] It was more than any of that.