Weaver knocks on the door and receives a plate of piping hot veiled hostility, served Romano-style: “Kerry! I was wondering when you were going to come visit me.” She smiles that she was indeed there the previous two days, but he was whacked out on painkillers. “Re-carpeting my office?” he banters stiffly, staring straight ahead into thin air. “How are you feeling?” she asks. “Better,” he replies. “Surgery went well,” Kerry offers. “So they say,” he monotones. “You know how surgeons lie.” This whole time, he can’t look at her for longer than a second, spending most of his time gazing bitterly at the bed or off in the other direction. Kerry remarks that he’s pretty lucky, which Romano greets with a hollow laugh. “Your people rallied around to save you in a deserted hospital,” she says. “If it wasn’t for Kovac, you’d…” “…Still have my arm,” Romano glowers. Oh? It wasn’t Luka who knocked his clipboard off the gurney. It was the small tribal child in Surinam doing a rain dance. “You do still have your arm,” Kerry sighs. “Do I?” spits Romano, making a sarcastic celebratory gesture with his right arm. Kerry stares sadly at him, wondering why she bothered to look so freakin’ fabulous just for this. The makeup and hair people are giving Laura Innes a lot more love this season. She’s got a slightly softer look to her, but not so soft that it dulls her character’s interesting (read: frequently bitchy) edges. She tries to talk to him, but he won’t have it. “I signed the third-quarter income projections,” Romano babbles. “We should evacuate the hospital once a year for the money we’re saving.” Kerry opens her mouth. “Going to sleep now,” Romano bleats. “Apparently I need my rest.” Kerry stares at the ground for a second, then slowly exits.