Loud. Loud running noises. Loud running noises make Parker want to start to climb things. Her large hands reach along the flat wall and terror starts to fill up in her chest for a moment. God, she fucking hating being scared. When he stops, Parker tries her best to scowl up at him before he spoke to her, and then she would have rolled her eyes if they could roll.

She'd given herself a headache trying to make them roll last time.

"I'm not a fucking monkey. I don't know what I am, but I'm not a fucking monkey. Howie's supposed to look me up."