When we return, Stevens is hustling the wounded Jaime through what are apparently the mean streets of the Paraguayan dry-ice manufacturing district. He thanks her for saving him from being summarily executed by Isaiah Washington, and she points out that it was probably fairly dumb, since she now has absolutely no plan for what they're going to do at all. They duck into a store with a window reading "Bodega Muchas Cosas," which is, for those of you using your high-school Spanish at home, approximately the "store of many things." Catchy! The door is locked, but Jaime biono-bends it open. They come to a door controlled by a keypad, and somehow, Jaime's bionic eye is able to tell what numbers are in the combination. How this is possible isn't really explained, but she can't tell what order they're in. Stevens makes a wild guess and is right the first time. That is so lucky. They get through the door.
In the cavernous back room of the Many Things Store, it turns out that "many things" includes "green mood lighting," as Jaime quizzes Stevens about where he got the flash drive. He says he has "a contact" who calls for help sometimes. She asks if he knows who hired the bad guys with guns, but he doesn't. He puts Jaime into a chair and looks in her eyes with a flashlight, at which point he pronounces in her shock, even though she looks kind of...the same as always. As he gathers improvisational medical supplies, he explains to Jaime that he's a real doctor, and she asks him if he had a "speciality [sic] in espionage." He offers her a belt of Yoo-Hoo (wha?) to prepare her for surgery, and when she declines, he takes a swig himself between pieces of his explanation that while he was in school, he developed an obvious talent for puzzles. He showed off at Walter Reed and found himself recruited by the CIA. With this, he leans down and goes to work on Jaime's shoulder. He cuts her jacket open, and he asks her whether she feels the bullet. We zoom in to see the bullet happily embedded in her flesh, surrounded by glowing yellow anthrocytes. I'm not sure I needed that juicy of a view of her gaping wound, but hey, it's all in the name of keeping things verite, right?