Chen starts back toward the hospital. "What are you going? I know you're not going back inside," Pratt says in disbelief. Chen shrugs that she's got a huge patient load still waiting for treatment; she's very calm about it all. "Shouldn't you get some serious therapy?" Pratt teases. "What, and ruin all this hard-won repression and denial?" she grins. They smack fists, symbolizing the crotch-bumping they'll be doing at a later date, and Pratt departs.
Whee! It's Dr. Robert "Rocket" Romano, armed with sarcasm as usual. "Yo, I Am Spartacus, come here," he barks at Carter. "That proletarian revolt you staged left us a little short-handed down here." Carter laughs out loud at this. "Oh, did you think that was clever?" Romano sneers. Um, yes. Apparently, Romano had to lend a hand in the ER while Carter organized his rebel army. "I told Weaver to fire you, but you can't trust a lesbian to do a man's job, so instead I ended up babysitting three gorks and a dirtball with the DTs," Romano crabs. "The last time I did ER scut work, I had a pony-tail and a lava lamp. I do not enjoy revisiting those days." I love Romano. Erin locates him to hand him some test results, and Romano makes a strident remark to Carter about how his med students take their oaths more seriously than he does.
Once Romano is out of sight, Erin puckers up and plants one on Carter's booty, swearing she'd have left if Weaver hadn't cornered her and given her a lecture on what it means to be a doctor. "You need to figure that out all by yourself," Carter smarms. Oh, right, because being a doctor means leaving all the patients alone in a crowded hospital and refusing to treat them. Good lesson, Erin; hope you're taking notes, because if there's a Season Eleven, the regurgitated rebellion storyline will be all yours.