Parker has a memory that is not her own. Sure, she may have odd impressions of what happened in her life(like a horse killing a clown) but she knows what is hers and what isn't. She may not always be clear on reality, but Parker is damned sure about one thing: herself.

Plus, she's been through this crap before. Last time it was following some dude McClane around.

The woman, the map (although that looked like an awesome map, was there treasure?), the place, all out of Parker's realm of what is herself. She's fortunate enough to be aware of one thing: she may be an orphan but she sure as hell is not that orphan. No, that orphan had a name, clearly used by someone way too young to be the other woman's mother.

Hunting her quarry could only come after Parker's usual attempts to remain invisible: eat breakfast, go to check in at her job. After that, it was the usual mapping and avoiding of surveillance.

Upon finding her prey, Parker calls out the name from her memory, "Not saviour, orphan Emma." Okay, so she added to the name a little.

Parker, dressed in her uniform, stands there, arms crossed, looking like someone stole her quarter.