Susan is sitting outside, morosely drinking a latte. Carter spies her as he's leaving work. "I heard about Mark Greene," he says, almost apologetically. Susan nods grimly. "Tough to keep a secret around here," she says. "You did," Carter replies. "So that night you were, uh..." Susan nods again, and Carter looks ashamed. He shrugs in total embarrassment. "What can I say? I'm passionate," he smiles. "You spent the night together. I thought..." Susan teases him for his hyperactive imagination, and Carter giggles and flirts, "If you only knew." Susan groans. "You are not flirting with me," she winces.
Gallant exits just then, back in his uniform. Carter marvels that he's not wearing a hat in this dense cold. "I've got thick hair," Gallant beams. Okay, I laughed. Right after I fantasized about scrunching it with my hands. Susan notices that he's hiding something under his trenchcoat, and immaturely pesters him about what it might be. Both she and Carter chase Gallant as he awkwardly tries to scurry away, because I guess a nest of eggs is something of which to be deeply, deeply ashamed. Susan yanks his coat open and exposes a few unhatched eggs and at least two baby birds. "They're so cute!" she coos, grabbing one to cuddle it. She knocks one or two of the unhatched eggs out of the nest, and they shatter. "Oops," she grins. Okay, so now she's immature and a killer. That whole bird thing...Feh City. In the state of Blech, in the United States of ZZZzzzz.