Parker's room was decently decorated, and her bed had satin sheets on it. There were several books dotted around, including red notebooks. Also dotted everywhere were ashtrays in various states of being filled. Her blue-green eyes moved over Shego's skin for a moment, and then chalked it up to simply being the barge, nothing more. "I'm fine." Always fine, that was the answer even with the two week gap in her memories. From her journals, she knew that something horrible had happened, but she told herself she didn't want to know what it was, even if she kind of did. Parker felt she did something that drastic... then there was a reason.

"So, little girl, what do you fancy to drink?" While she only had two things, it was a good way of discovering what the girl thought she liked.