"You did good," Luka tells Neecole, who smiles nervously. "Really? I was so scared," she replies. "You get used to it," he insists. "I don't know," mutters Neecole, removing the surgical specs she'd donned. "You saved his life." Luka hopes so. Neecole decides she has work to do, and leaves; Luka stares after her a second, then walks in the other direction -- and straight into a waiting Abby. "What are you doing?" she barks, unable to believe that Neecole went from supply runner to learning blood pressure to the trauma room. "She's learning!" Luka argues. "To be an aide, not a nurse!" yells Abby, totally affronted that Luka seemed to equate the two positions. Luka thinks Abby just doesn't like Neecole, which is true, but Abby rightly points out that her feelings for the girl are moot in this situation. "It's inappropriate for her to be in a trauma, and you know it," she lays into him. Luka weakly protests that he just asked her to help Neecole. "That's not my job, Luka!" Abby says, exasperated. "Do you even realize what I do in there?" This bewilders Luka. The look on his face is classic: his eyes pop out a bit and he chokes on his words, because obviously, he can't quite articulate exactly what Abby's role would be. He's so very, very busted. He's Aretha Franklin busted. He's Anna Nicole Smith busted.