Parker coughs, then chortles. "No, no. Actually, I don't think Crichton's going to be betting against me again. Heh. Unfortunately. He looked good in those pants." She cocks her head. "Well, it's not like it wouldn't be a useful skill around here. For gremlin-hunting, if nothing else."

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