Parker was used to operating in silence. More often than not what she did as a cat burglar happened at night when things were lonely and quiet. She moved without noise, which made her excellent at sneaking up on people. The kind of quiet that she felt nowadays though was definitely not a good sort of quiet. People were full of negative emotions like regret and stress and the absence of conversation made it all the more unbearable. She had Jack, of course. He was still a very lovable oaf, learning each trick Parker taught him with amazing speed, but Parker was painfully aware that she needed to unload on a person. She left Jack behind, filling his food and water bowls so that he wouldn’t get hungry or thirsty while she was away. Slipping into cozy, warm clothing, she was off to see one of the few law men she could actually stand.
The bell hung above the bar’s main entrance gave a little jingle as she walked in. Parker looked through the crowd for Booth’s familiar face and she spotted him at the bar. She walked over, stepping beside him and gave him a small smile. Parker tried to seem warm, but even her usually genuine smile looked a little bit weary. She could only imagine how he felt. He had been in Lawrence for a considerably longer time than she had.