It's only a job. Only a job. Parker told herself that repeatedly, as the urge to burn something grew each time the mark touched Hardison's arm. The team watched the show on the big screen, through button-cam. They watched as Hardison leaned in closer, per Sophie's instruction, and gave the woman a dashing smile. Parker felt her head fill with white noise for just a moment. Hardison wasn't hers, and she wasn't his. But that look, the look he was giving the mark, was the look he usually reserved for her. Her silent mantra began again. It's only a job.