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Parker glanced briefly when Caffrey approached her, Neal might have been caught and he might have started working for the other team before they'd ended up here and had it forced on them, but they were still cut from the same cloth and she'd much rather attach herself to him than one of the real agents on their side.
"Since I got here." She told him, turning toward him just enough that the angle would make it harder for anyone attempting to see what she said to him, adjusting the tilt of her hips and the curve of her smile all in small incremental ways without thinking about it, as much habit to do it as it was for her to consider how many thousands of dollars worth of diamonds some of the other women wore and how easy it would be to scoop up just a few of them and ducking out before anyone was any wiser. She didn't need to stay here, and yet she did.
"And you're right at home?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow at him wondering just how much Neal had changed since he'd started working with the FBI, if he was just as at home here among military men as he would be anywhere or if he still maintained that paranoia.