Meanwhile, it's a dead man's party in Alexx's morgue. And she's brought party favors -- those long metal rods which help map out the trajectory vectors for gunshot victims. Oh, man, this completely icks me out. It's as though these people are cocktail garnishes and Alexx is skewering them for a very large, very morbid fruity drink. Yeah, it's my hang-up. Anyway, as Alexx is slowly inserting the rod into the Starbucks Maiden, she's telling Horatio up in the skybox, "Angle is downward" -- okay, the wet, slurpy, crunchy sounds have really not increased my love for this particular procedure -- "into the glabella, perforated the brain, and exited through the occipital bone." Horatio checks the results on his computer, and confirms that she does look like she's about to adorn the side of a giant, disgusting, bloody cocktail. Actually, what he does it overlay a 360-degree compass, rotate the x-axis from zero, and determine that the shot went in at a 20.5 degree angle. Alexx asks what the other angles for the other victims were -- they were 20.8 and 20.1 degrees. I'll be darned; that habit of surveying the results from behind a bank of computers finally proved useful. Alexx comments of all three, "Hard to get that shot from the ground unless the shooter's ten feet tall." Horatio adds, "Or they're in a ten-story window." That's a big difference in numbers, I think; either Horatio or Alexx should show their work so we can see how they came to their respective answers. Alas, there's no time, as it's more important for us to see exactly how the Starbucks Maiden died in TMICam. As Alexx explains, "The bullet entered her brain, shut down her central nervous system...immediately fatal," we get the bullet's-eye view of the proceedings. Alexx concludes, "Never felt a thing. Next-best thing to going in your slee--" She trails off as she realizes she's talking to herself; Horatio's taken off. Alexx gives an eye-roll -- this is apparently typical behavior for Horatio -- and returns to her work.