In his office, and with Benton behind him, Robert "Rocket" Romano suspends a ceremonial knife of some kind from a strand of fishing wire. A frazzled Elizabeth "Key Limey" Corday pushes open the door, causing Romano to observe, dryly, that "someone's still on vacation time." She apologizes breathlessly and asks whether they've finished the interview; Romano says they were just getting to that. Elizabeth nervously rubs her palms together as Romano asks where they left off last time, and Benton cracks, "You were just about to give me the job." Did Benton just make a joke? On his own? As the citizens of Hell think about getting their sweaters out of storage, Romano commends Benton for "developing a sense of humour," and they all sit down. Faculty responsibilities. Attending. Resident research. Benton says he likes working with residents, and Romano calls him a liar, says that he likes abusing residents, and that he doesn't "exactly have the best track record when it comes to research." OH BURN. (We all remember the Ron Rifkin plot line? Dr. Vucelich? Heart-disease research? Fudged results? Right?) Benton calmly replies, "That can change." As Elizabeth continues worrying her hands like a dog at a bone, Romano asks where else Benton applied. Benton says, "You can't ask me that," and without a trace of emotion, Romano retorts, "Oh, no. Someone call the Interview Police. Has anyone offered you anything?" Benton reminds Romano that he can't ask that either, but Romano presses him until Benton cagily offers, "I've looked elsewhere as a backup, but Gideon's Crossing wasn't hiring, City of Angels already has two hunks on staff, and Chicago Hope's been cancelled." Just kidding. He says he'd prefer to stay at County as an attending. Elizabeth stares at him intently. Woman, take your meds! Romano pretty much says the same thing, in question form, and she says, "My hands itch, for some reason." Romano's pager goes off and he tells her to cut it out, before inspecting his pager. Benton glances at her hands and asks, "Linear vesicles, probably a phytodermatitis. Are you allergic to any plants?" Wow, good thing he was there, because where else could Dr. Corday get an expert medical opinion? She tells him she doesn't think she has any plant allergies. He asks if she has a garden, and she offers, "I went camping." Romano drawls, "Tell me you know what poison ivy looks like." I wouldn't be able to identify poison ivy on a bet, and I've been camping. Wide-eyed, Elizabeth repeats, "Poison ivy. Is that in Wisconsin?" "Oh, boy," Romano snorts, and books, telling Benton they'll have to pick this up again later. Benton asks when, Romano carelessly says that his office will take care of it and, as he takes off, Benton mutters, "He's never going to give me this job." Elizabeth, rubbing her palms together with great gusto, says, "Of course he will, he's just being Robert." Benton tells her not to scratch, blah blah, the usual, and Elizabeth asks, "It won't spread, will it?" Benton replies, "Well, that depends on what you touched last, before you washed your hands." He leaves, and she breathes, "Oh, dear." Get it? Because she was in Wisconsin with Mark, and...get it? With Mark? And they were...do you get it now? How about now? No?