As he seeks out Gallant, Mark passes Jerry, who's hawking a basket of his sister's vegan brownies. That is a crime against nature. Mark declines far more politely than I would have. You just don't mess with brownies. Dr. Michael "The Rookie" Gallant is standing at reception looking completely adorable in his dark green Army uniform, which he donned for a recruiting breakfast. "Sign anyone up?" asks Dr. Jing-Mei "Deb" Chen. Gallant glows that he kind of did -- in that he got a co-ed's phone number. "You go, Private!" Chen giggles. Gallant corrects that he's a lieutenant, but whatever. It was still sweet. Mark descends and dumps the eggs in a confused Gallant's hands. "Don't break them -- they're supposed to hatch," he instructs before disappearing. Before Gallant can collect his thoughts, Dr. Kerry "What Women Want" Weaver and Chen both hand him charts to juggle. "I'm here to serve," he cracks bemusedly. And he is. I am nursing a crush on Gallant.
Abby "Misery" Lockhart shouts that a stab victim is rolling up. There's some piffle about the eggs and Mark not wanting to eat a vegan brownie because he'll puke it up later, and Abby going all Emeril Lagasse on Jerry by saying that animal fat is a blessing. Basically, it all leads up to Jerry saying, "My sister's hardcore -- nothing with a face." But eggs don't have faces, and aren't vegans anti-egg? I know they come from a thing with a face, but...oh, screw it. I'm tired.
Elizabeth arrives. "Someone called for a consult?" she crabs. "Welcome back, Elizabeth," Chen says smoothly. Elizabeth doesn't have time for pleasantries, and doesn't really know what they are or how to use them anyway. Chen points her to a head-trauma case, and is then distracted by the staring, silent man at the front desk, who delivered a package for Luka and is now standing there unmoving and stone-faced. He looks like Tobey Maguire at the Oscars, but with 50% more charisma. "Are you waiting for something else?" Chen asks. "Can you talk?" The man does nothing but follow Chen with his eyes as she moves around the desk to meet him. She reads his name tag -- he is Martin -- and has Malik put him in an exam room.
The paramedics bring in a teacher who's suffered smoke inhalation and minor burns. They exposit that Martin Luther King Elementary School is on fire. "A space heater fell on a little girl's sweater," babbles the dazed and coughing teacher. Weaver is confused -- she thought a stabbing victim was coming in -- and a paramedic explains that the fire is a new development, and that she should expect more cases because all engines in the area are reporting to the scene.