Hannah waylays Lee May and asks her to do some work on Horatio's case. Lee May declines. "Law school ended in June, here there are no electives," Hannah tells her pleasantly. "No," says Lee May. Hannah asks her to have a seat, opaques out her windows, and explains that since they are a young firm, every lawyer has to be a jack-of-all-trades, and that they hired Lee May because they thought she'd "hit the ground running." Man, I am so sick of that expression. Every book project I take on has a managing editor saying the exact same thing to me. "I just don't get why I should work on this case -- it's a pro bono case about a boy who's been cloned," whines Lee May. "Too close to home?" Hannah asks, raising an exposition eyebrow. Lee May asks if Hannah knows about her. "I know you're a talented young attorney," says Hannah. "I mean, that I'm part of the Genetic Prototype Project," Lee May clarifies. Hannah pulls up a file and says she got an evaluation form that's part of a study. Lee May finishes for her: "To see how genetically enhanced humans function in society; to see if the laws in that area should be relaxed." We already know how they function in society -- they conquer society. Thank god this is all out in the open. Now I can stop calling her "Lee May" -- or "May Lee" as my fingers keep wanting to type -- and call her what I've been dying to for the last thirty minutes: Khanita. Or maybe Khansuela, Khannie, or Khanstance. Khanita goes on: "You should know I have all of the genes to make an excellent attorney: emotional control, logic, intelligence...." So, she's a Vulcan? Hannah tells her they aren't hard-wired for everything. "Oh? Did you know cheerfulness is related to a gene?" Khanita informs her, "Fear of heights, tendency to homesickness -- I wake up in the morning and I'm happy and I wonder, 'Am I happy because I'm happy? Or am I happy because some lab geek tweaked my R-49 gene allele when I was in a Petri dish?'" "Lab geek"? Too bad the classic snobbishness from the pretty people wasn't been tweaked out of the bitch's system. Hannah tells her just to be happy to be happy.

Mentoring elsewhere, Hector advises Horatio on his case. Horatio doesn't know if he should "omit" the information about Axel's being a clone or not. Finally, he decides to put it on the table and say it's inadmissible. "And you're damn right it's inadmissible -- of course it is!" he argues with himself. Hector smiles, happy to be that old man on the top of the mountain that everyone crawls up to.