Dexter enters her office, and Pascal tells him, "I'm going to need you to run some tests on this shirt." "Is there blood?" he asks, confused. "No blood." "I'm really the blood guy." "It's a smell. It smells like a woman." "Which part?" Of the shirt or the woman? "Who can identify this for me?" she asks, losing patience. "Uh, that's really Masuka's area," he replies, hoping to get Masuka distracted enough to sneak a peek at his notes and find out what his big break is all about. Pascal immediately goes over to Masuka, and Dexter looks satisfied with himself as he VOs, "Anything I can do to overburden Masuka is to my advantage. Trust me, I'm not above sending pizzas and hookers to his house in the middle of the night." Heh.
Rita's tearing apart some Romaine lettuce for a salad, and her mother comes creeping from around the corner. "Well, everything's unpacked." Rita explains that the "back bedroom's small, but it's quieter." "I'm just happy to be here, that's all," says Mama...well, she can't be Mama Bennett, because that was Paul's last name. Come to think of it, I don't think we've ever heard Rita's real last name. I guess we'll just call here Mama, then. "You're always welcome," Rita replies. "Am I?" Mama snaps back. "I wasn't sure." "Of course you are," says Rita, tearing up some more Romaine. "All these years without an invitation..." "I thought you didn't want to come, I mean, you and Paul." "Oh, nonsense. I wasn't going to let that keep me away from my daughter and my grandchildren." "But you did." Mama doesn't want to assign blame, she just wants to make up for lost time. Dexter comes in, and Rita grabs him by the hand and leads him over to introduce him to her ma. They exchange pleasantries.