Parker had thought she was doing well. She really had. Then Nate began yelling and jabbing his finger and, well, it was just too funny. Knowing who Nate was, knowing that he wasn't actually posing a thread, and the way he was acting, was far too amusing for her. She was going to laugh. She could feel it. Bubbling up inside of her, there was no way she could avoid it and she certainly couldn't start just crying because-
Noah's voice stopped the mild panic that had begun to swell inside of her. Their earlier conversation came rushing back, along with the feelings she had at the thought of anyone - especially someone she cared for and trusted like Nate - burning her precious money. Almost instantly her eyes welled with tears as a wave of sorrow washed over her. She sniffled, quite miserable at the thought of being penniless because someone would burn her hard earned (well, stolen, but still) cash.
By the time another teller had made her way to her side, Parker was already starting to cry. First a few tears trickled out, and then a steady stream as a sob burst from her throat. She turned to the other woman and all but buried her face against her shoulder, making sure to keep her mouth snapped shut unless she started bawling about burnt money rather than the mean man at her counter.
The other teller gave Nate a dirty look before her gaze cut across the bank to the security guards stationed near the doors. Raising one hand, she motioned for one of them to come over and then fixed Nate with a hardened look.
"Someone will be right with you, sir." The venom was clear in her tone as she slid down the window separating Parker's counter and the lobby of the bank. She then wrapped an arm around Parker's shaking shoulders and, murmuring soft words of encouragement, led her away from the mean, verbally abusive customer and to an available chair.