Ew. Parker crawled through vents for a living. She'd been in horse barns and chimneys and garbage shoots. Basically, she wasn't easily grossed out, but the sight of bugs emerging from the ground and crawling up Pinkie Pie's legs and into her clothing was enough to turn Parker's stomach.
She continued to approach the demon from behind, keeping her steps light and non-threatening. Her hand slipped into her pocket, wrapping around her taser. She couldn't count on the device working on whatever was piloting Pinkie Pie, but it was the only weapon she had.
"Your bug friends are portable," Parker said, her voice sounding normal only by force of will. "Bring them with us."