For just the briefest of moments Parker went rigid. It wasn’t so much a negative reaction to the hug as it was being caught off-guard. It had been a little while since she’d let herself get physically close to someone. She recovered quickly, though, giving Booth a friendly squeeze and a slightly bigger smile, taking a seat on the stool next to where he was seated.
“Just a beer,” She gave a nonchalant shrug. Parker never made a habit of drinking, at least not enough to have ever really developed a favorite brand of alcohol. This wasn’t for moral reasons, but instead her constant desire to be on point and ready for any situation. She didn’t want anything to completely take the edge off.
“It’s cold,” She mumbled mostly to herself as she tugged the sleeves of her sweater over hands to serve as an impromptu pair of mittens. A tiny shiver went through her, as she was still adjusting to the difference between the warmth of the bar and the bitter cold she’d walked through outdoors.
“How are you?” She asked, looking him over and wondering if he would answer any differently in person than he had over the coms. “Really.” She added the word with emphasis to her inquiry.