Carol marches into the lounge with a huge stack of charts, which she sets rather noisily on Mark and Susan's desk. Mark and Susan both start at her appearance, though it's not clear whether it's because of the way she slammed the charts on the desk, or because they're bracing themselves for Benton to tell her some shit about the coffee. Carol moves over to another table but, sensing the vibe in the room, innocently asks, "Something wrong?" Benton smarms, "Oh, you bet there is. We're out of coffee again because the nurses have been taking it: that's what's wrong." "Make some more," Carol shrugs. Oh, here we go, with the ExpoBenton: "'Make some more'? We work thirty-six hours on, eighteen off, which is ninety hours a week, fifty-two weeks a year. For that, we are paid $23,739 before taxes, and we also have to make the coffee?" Carol flippantly tells Benton, "My heart is breaking," and takes off. Benton: "Where are the filters?" Heh. Mark tells him they're in the fridge. I don't know. Just then, a voice comes on the intercom, informing Mark that his Vulcan wife is waiting for him in the cafeteria, which seems like kind of an abuse of hospital resources. Why can't Jen just come to the lounge and get him herself? Mark looks at his watch in surprise and then starts bumbling to collect himself, looking generally anxious. Susan looks mildly amused by his manner, and Mark tells her, before she can ask, "Everything's fine." Sure. Everything's always fine where Jen is concerned. Susan watches him go, looking...whatever.

Twenty minutes of shoe leather as Mark makes his way to the cafeteria.

Waiting in the cafeteria are Vulcan Jen and Original Rachel, who looks like a little tiny baby. Jen looks harried, Rachel looks neglected -- business as usual, in other words. Mark passive-aggressively disparages Jen's choice of breakfast for Rachel (grilled cheese sandwich -- and what's the problem with that? Shut up, Mark), and Jen passive-aggressively informs Mark that he's late. Mark starts making excuses about the trauma that came in, and ExpoRachel interrupts to tell Mark that Jen is reading about "tarts." Yeah right. If she were, that might make her a tiny bit interesting -- well, if they were "tarts" in the "and vicars" sense. "Torts," ExpoJen smilingly corrects her, before asking whether Mark is getting any sleep. Mark lies that he's okay. Jen tells him he looks tired; Rachel agrees. Mark takes the rest of her sandwich. Damn, that looks good. Jen exposits some more, to the effect that Dr. Harris's office called to confirm Mark's meeting. Around a mouthful of sandwich, Mark regretfully says, "Oh, geez. That's today." "You can still go, right?" Jen asks, looking like she's preparing to be pissed off. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess," Mark replies, unconvincingly. "You're not going to forget, or get too busy?" Jen needles. Yes, maybe he'll "forget" so much that he'll "accidentally" make an appointment with a lawyer to start the process of divorcing his annoying, naggy-ass wife instead. Mark curtly tells Jen he'll go. Jen grins. Mark asks what's so funny. Jen crabs, "You know you're gonna hate it." Then why are you making him go, and grinning about it? You both suck. Mark says maybe he won't hate it: "At least there, the patients don't throw up on you." Rachel is cutely aghast that anyone threw up. Jen sighs expositorially, "It's just that, between your hours and my studying, I feel like we never get to see each other anymore." Yeah, and your constant nagging and generally unpleasant personality has nothing to do with that, T'Jen. Mark, reassuringly: "I'll go meet Harris today, okay?" Jen, kittenishly: "I just hope you like it."