Rachel sets the relay and Marshall connects to the device. He remotely hacks the combination to the safe and Syd is inside in seconds. She grabs the intel and gets the hell out of Dodge. Outside the building, Rachel and her Swinging Ponytail of Dumbness are heading back to the op-tech van, when she's intercepted by a guard. He hollers a bunch of stuff at her in Chinese, but since she doesn't speak Chinese, she can only stand there and look scared stiff. There's this moment where you think she's going to come up with something really good and save the day, but then she just pulls a Count Rugen and runs away. Ha! Awesome. The guard chases after her as she tells Getty she's busted. He tells Dix to wait for Syd because he has to go off and save Rachel's ass.

Getty picks up one of those velvet rope dividers and heads off to help Rachel as Syd calmly makes her way down the stairs and out the door, followed closely by Dixon. Rachel comes running around a corner and Getty goes, "Geddown!" He swings the divider into the gut of the following guard and the guy drops like a wet sack of dead chickens. Getty looks down at Rachel and asks if she's okay. "If by 'okay' you mean 'freaked and embarrassed,' then yeah, I'm okay," she says dryly. Heh.

Baby Shop of Sadness. Syd's sitting in a rocking chair, watching a little girl play with dolls. The girl's daddy comes up and puts a cute hat on her and then picks her up and carries her off. Aw. Syd looks hella-sad. The saleslady comes up and asks if Syd's finding everything okay and Syd says she is and that she'll take the rocking chair. The saleslady sees Syd looking sadly at the daddy and daughter and she comments that they get lots of dads in the store these days and that her husband didn't buy as much as a diaper. "Yeah," says Syd, standing up. "My dad wasn't exactly hands-on either." Heh. No shit. The saleslady then asks the totally inappropriate question, "What about your husband? Is he doing his part?" Syd's all, uh, no, thanks, because HE'S DEAD and was shot a bazillion times and THANKS FOR OPENING THAT WOUND and, like, pouring SALT in it, and what if I were a lesbian, huh, and I was having this baby with my life partner and didn't have a HUSBAND and how rude are you anyway? Actually, she just says, "He's been great. Wishes he could do more." But she's totally thinking the other stuff.