"Well, sure." Parker pushed the wineglass away; it wasn't helping, and she was still two steps behind Xander on this. "Miss Parker." She wrapped her arms around herself, fighting a shudder. "That's what I'm called when I'm there, always, ever since I was little..." Parker shook her head, feeling exposed and off-balance. "I should apologize, except it wasn't me; and it wasn't her idea, I'm guessing, and she couldn't know she could trust you, and--" She bit her lip, staring at Xander, and wishing she hadn't left all those phone messages. Stupid, stupid, stupid.