You don't understand. [Parker paced quickly, her hands going to the back of her hips as she did so, each step as sharp as if she was wearing her normal stilettos and suits rather than a faded shirt and bare feet.]

You have a fucking normal life, your life wasn't fucking mine, I knew, I knew... Do you know what my fucking brother said to me when he picked me up from the station where I faced fucking fourteen hours of questioning for killing Tommy? He said "you shouldn't have involved local authorities, I thought you knew better." I fucking did.

Someone set me up. Someone shot him and they set me up...

[She dropped unexpectedly, slumping along the wall.] I just wanted something that didn't have anything to do with the Centre.