She'd gotten out of worse situations before - there weren't any guns yet, she could handle this. It was her real name that brought her up short, and kept her from working the screws on the vent out of thew all and pulling herself up and out. Even when Sterling had been chasing them he'd only ever called her Parker - she'd always done what she could to erase her own name, to get rid of any traces of that.
She should have talked to Hardison, he probably could have done something about that, but that would have meant telling him, and she didn't tell anyone.
Glancing over her shoulder at the man who had come into the room, Parker hesitated for a moment. She wasn't in a hurry to get shot, but then she knew these types of people were ever really in a hurry to listen to people like her. Still, better to wait it out, get a better idea of the situation before she made her move. The others would know something had happened by now, they'd be working on a way to get her out of this. She trusted them to have her back on this, just like they had time and time again.
She hopped down off the chair, pulling it back toward the table from where she'd taken it and sitting down. "My name is Parker."