Well that's a hell of a reaction, and Parker's eyes narrow just slightly at the sheer terror on Crichton's face as he lets go of his glass. And seeing as he's damn certain he's never seen this guy before in his life, he's pretty sure he can assume which little English prick might have talked about him in the past tense.

Crichton doesn't make it to the door, because as soon as he runs, so does Parker, and Parker slams into him at the bar's opening so he can pin him against the wall with an elbow jammed against his throat.

"Woah there, Spaceman," he snarls through that beaming smile. "We were havin' a fucking conversation! You mind telling me what's got a fire under your ass all of a fuckin' sudden?"