Ballard and Alan Tudyk pull up near the Dollhouse, and Ballard explains that he's probably only got a day or two before the Dollhouse comes after him and kills him, so he's got to get Caroline out, and seriously, any time the name "Caroline" is mentioned it makes me need a nap, so let's forget about her and move on to where Alan Tudyk keeps making me giggle and Ballard arms himself...

...and then Sierra comes out of the chair and sternly babbles about how she needs to get going right away because the body they're sending her to examine is breaking down as they speak because of bacteria and chemicals and insects and blah, and when they can still hear her gabbing away to no one in particular even after the elevator doors close, Boyd gives Topher an inquisitive side-eye, and Topher nervously laughs about how producing an FBI-trained forensics specialist "is a tall order for a rush job." Boyd at least sees the humor in the situation, and then Topher says the rest of the night should be quiet, at least. You'd think he'd know to knock on his own forehead after a jinx like that...