Parker immediately dropped into a squat in front of the Sudoku books, lips pressing together into a thin line as she studied them closely. Her hands were resting on her bent knees, her entire pose calm and relaxed - until one arm suddenly snapped out and she yanked one of the books off the shelf. Flipping through it, she shook her head. "Too big," she stated in a semi-mutter. As she replaced the book, her gaze slid up to Eliot.
"He's great," she stated with a grin. "Sorta like Nate. But... not an alcoholic. And he laughs at my jokes." Her attention went back to the books, snatching up another one and thumbing through it before replacing it back on the shelf with another shake of her head. As she reached for a third book, she continued speaking.
"Death brought back an evil little boy so he's letting me crash on his couch." The statement, while admittedly a bizarre one, actually made sense if you knew the situation. Or knew Parker well enough to know that it made sense to her, at least. Rising to her feet, she held the book out - revealing one of the puzzles inside - and asked without missing a beat, "I need small squares he can hit with a throwing knife while being challenged. Think these'll work?"