"So, what law firm you working for?" Raige wonders, and it's about damn time someone asked that question. Those would have been the first words out my mouth, at any rate, and I would normally expect Piper to blurt them out as well. Unfortunately, judging from her actions later in this episode, it appears that Piper banged the brain right out of her skull against her headboard last night, so it's up to Raige to suss these things out for everyone. The Sole gently tests Raige's knowledge of San Francisco law firms, and, upon learning that she deals with a number of them daily, he ventures an answer. "Wolfram and Hart." Kidding. It's a place called "Jackman, Carter, and Klein." Or, as the captioning would have us believe, "Jack, McCarter, and Kline," but we all know how fast and frisky the captioning can be with the facts. In any event, Raige stores this morsel of information away in her head, congratulates The Sole on his good fortune, and wanders off to her Volkswagen. The Sole sighs, tosses the unmolested Portent onto the passenger seat of the Porsche, and dangles the car keys in front of the Dolt's face. The Dolt, giddy as a schoolgirl, grabs the keys from The Sole's hand and darts behind the wheel, leaving The Sole to pace alone on the sidewalk in front of the Manor.