She makes an odd noise that sound like fffffftttt, and crosses her arms. "That's a relief. I would not want a full bod tattoo." Leaning in a little, Parker closes her eyes and feels the mist from the water. It's a simple joy, but that's what she likes best.

She'll stop talking just long enough to veer into the very awkward, is-this-conversation-over zone, but when she opens her eyes, the extreme focus is that of a five year old who has spotted a puppy. "The computer doesn't have logic, it's crazy. It's crazier than me, and that's bad." Pause. "People have told me."