At the cafeteria, Carter eats cold mush, the likes of which Miss Hannigan might serve on a good day. Gillian saunters over in her tight tank top and scrub pants and sits down beside him, lighting a cigarette sexily, but strangely not flirtatiously. "How's the jet lag?" she asks. "Terrible," Carter yawns. He asks if carcinogens are her only meal for the day. "I've had the food before," she smirks. "It lacks a little something," he says diplomatically. "Taste," she cracks. "Besides, I'm on a liquid diet, consumed entirely after dark." She sucks on her cigarette to convey that there are other things she consumes after dark, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. I'm referring to male genitalia, if you follow me. Specifically, penises, if you get the gist. Gillian exposits that she's from Montreal and serves time in Congo for a month a year. "My penance, I suppose," she shrugs. "Penance for what?" Carter asks. "My wanton ways back in the world," she says in a half-kidding way, with what she imagines is a charming grin. People have come down pretty hard on Gillian for being a slut, and TPTB definitely gave her some lines to that effect, but I'm guessing she's not such a bad person -- maybe she drinks a lot and smokes, like Abby, but I don't think she's a ho, and I certainly don't think that reaching out to men when you're in a scary and shocking situation like this automatically makes you a tramp. I think it makes you human. I know I'd want something warm to cuddle at night if I had to deal with death all day. I mean, all I do is recap this show, and it makes me desperate for a warm body.
Angelique thumps down a tray. "Am I interrupting, or can anyone just drop in?" she asks. "You're not interrupting anything, yet," Gillian teases. In French, the two talk about Carter and how he's getting along and whether he's freaked out by the primitive conditions -- when all you have to do is look at his face and you know that he's in a permanent state of alarm and barely a rough shove away from needing an adult diaper. Even now, when he's shoveling food in his face, he's wearing Eau de What The HELL?! "You two do know that I'm sitting right here, right?" Carter notes dryly. Gillian claims she was saying Carter is doing great.