Parties are the worst. Especially parties where Parker has to make nice with people and not steal anything, even things that are all but begging to be stolen. It's all the annoying parts of grifting with none of the fun parts, and Hardison and Eliot aren't here to make it better.

"Excuse me," she says, having finally hit her limit on listening to the alien (aliens were apparently way more disappointing than science fiction had promised her) who had been talking at her, and vanished into the crowd, seizing the elbow of the first other person she recognized as a Legionnaire.

"How badly would it set us back if I stabbed someone with a fork?"