Inside, Mark runs into Jing-Mei "Deb" Chen, who also marvels that he's at the hospital. ["I marvel that she's at the hospital. How many weeks has it been since we've even seen her?" -- Sars] Mark, mock-warningly, tells her she never saw him. She whatevers and makes for the desk. Okay, Ming-Na? Looks great. She's back to her pre-pregnancy figure and her hair is up in this adorably jaunty ponytail on top of her head. In her cute fuchsia top she looks like she could walk right out of the hospital and onto the set of Sailor Moon. And she should. Lisa hands her a chart and tells her something about another patient we'll never see. Lisa moves on, running into John "Snitty Snitty Bang Bang" Carter, who has his arm around an indigent, bearded gentleman in sunglasses. Carter asks Lisa to give the patient, Mr. Tuttle, a sandwich: "The unborn twin inside of his stomach is hungry." Lisa agrees, chuckling, and sends Mr. Tuttle to chairs. A call comes through on the radio, and Lisa goes over to take it: it seems that there's a multi-vehicle trauma resulting from a prison van that went over a highway embankment. Multi. Trauma. Prison. Phew -- for a second, I thought that maybe, in light of the wedding plot line, the writers might not find a way to wedge a whole posse of patients into the ER all at once. But then, this isn't Gideon's Crossing, and I should have known better.

As Lisa womans the radio, Chen asks Carter, "So, are you taking the cheerleader?" Pfft. Rena wishes she were a cheerleader. In reality, she's gonna pump my gas someday. Carter doesn't know what Chen's getting at, so she clarifies, "To the wedding. Or are they carding?" "Et tu, Deb?" Carter whines. Chen cracks that Rena gives new meaning to the word "girlfriend." Carter, trying to deflect, asks who Chen's taking, but she says she's not going, since "someone has to hold down the fort" at the hospital. "Not invited?" Carter snips. Chen rolls her eyes. Lisa calls behind her and asks Amira to find Luka immediately. Carter sticks his nose in, asking why. Lisa tells him about the multi-victim trauma and explains that the dispatcher wants to know how many County can take. "Three major, ten minor," Carter answers immediately. Lisa's like, thanks, Armchair Attending, but I think I'll just sit tight and wait for someone with a little authority to make that call. (She conveys all of that by blinking once; I've come to know her moods.) Lisa doesn't move, and Carter's like, "Tell them." Lisa blandly says, "I should ask Luka." Carter tosses the chart he's been holding and strides over to the radio, where he all but shoves Lisa aside and manfully orders the dispatcher, "Three major, ten minor." Lisa has a bad feeling about this.