Anyway, the hospital director guy continues to reassure the CSIs by telling them to stop and put their backs against the wall, as there's a bunch of inmates being led by. One guy decides to get acquainted by waggling his tongue at the CSIs; someone brusquely orders him to put his tongue back in his mouth. But how will he able to respond if Sara stops being disgusted long enough to say, "Hello"? Won't someone think of the inmates?
The suit marches them over to the two nurses -- Nanette and the creepy nurse Joanne McNeil, plus the on-site cop Reed Owen. He's part of the special hospital police team. Which is part of the Las Vegas police? Why do I even bother fretting about jurisdiction? Nobody on the show does. Anyway, the camera just keeps on returning to the freaked-out-looking Sara, and it's working my last nerve already. What is the point of harping on the damsel-in-peril angle here when the first question any sane viewer's going to have is, "Well, if a girl's in that much danger on these premises, what's stopping Gil from swapping her own with Nicky or Warrick?" There's being in legitimate peril, and then there's being in contrived situations for the sake of cheap drama.
Anyway, the internal team -- evidently made up of women who don't deserve the Camera Close-Up of Impending Danger -- explains that Nanette had just relieved Joanne, she was doing bed-check, and she found Robbie at 12:10 AM. Brass asks, "Are the patients locked in their room at night?" The guy replies, "No, their doors are unlocked at night." Hold on -- these are the guys too tough for any prison to handle, multiple felons who are mentally ill and they're allowed to wander around unfettered at night. Brass asks as much, and the suit replies, "Locked rooms usually lead the patients to try and harm themselves." Whereas with unlocked doors, they're encouraged to branch out and think of others first.