Now at the evidence room at the station, Masuka is dropping off a cooler of blood, and tells the officer that he should make more room in the fridge, because "there's a lot more coming." Masuka asks Angel, who's just standing there, if he wants to go out tonight. Angel says no, and Masuka tells him he should get out, since he's "on the market." Whatever. Don't care.
Deb catches up with Dexter, who's calling an elevator. "Hi," he says. "Hi." "Masuka was looking for you. Something about drinks after work." "Yeah, I told him I had a yeast infection." "That's a bit of an over-share." Agreed. Hee! The elevator arrives, and they both get it. "You want to talk about what happened today?" presses Deb. "Already did." Deb says the last time she saw Dexter like that was when Harry died. "You can talk to me, you know?" She offers to call Rudy and be late, but Dexter essentially tells her to fuck off. "I puked. I'm fine. I know you want to help, but unless you have breath-mints, there's nothing to do." Deb complains that he always shuts her out. "Like your birth father that lived up the highway your whole life and never even contacted you. I still don't know how that makes you feel." Yeah, as if you care. As if you wouldn't make it all about you. Shut up, Deb. Dexter tells her that he promises to confide in her more. "Yeah, whatever." Whatever yourself, you snatch. Go away.