At the desk, Dr. Dave is philosophically looking off into space, and yammering on about his parents' "whole charismatic phase," and that they're "still pretty Catholic," while Amira stands by working, not even bothering to pretend to listen. Dr. Dave breaks his ecclesiastical reverie by asking Amira, "So, what religion do they practice in your country?" I could parse that question for all its myriad stupidities -- like the assumption that any country practices only one religion, and the assumption that because Amira isn't white, she's from some exotic, non-Catholic country -- but it's Dr. Dave, so neither his ignorance nor his boorishness is out of character, and what would be the point getting annoyed at him when he doesn't know any better? You might as well try to teach a goat to play tennis as educate Dr. Dave. Even Amira, the target of his idiocy at the moment, doesn't bother getting offended: "This is my country, Dave." Dr. Dave pushes everyone's indulgence by pressing her, "That's not what I meant." "Smooth!" taunts Carter, walking by. Amira smirks at Dr. Dave, and a woman with a yellow backpack approaches her, moaning in unspecifically accented English, "Excuse me, I need --" Amira thrusts a clipboard and a pen at her, and Yellow Bag chokes out that she needs a laxative. Carter intervenes, suggesting that Amira "get an emesis basin for Miss...?" Yellow Bag starts heaving, and instead of offering her last name, lurches over to a waste basket and hurls into it. Vomit at 10:12: I think that's a new record. "Never mind!" Carter calls to Amira, and hurries over to Yellow Bag. She stammers, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He tells her it's all right, and helps her over to chairs, where several people waiting clear a path for Elizabeth Hurl-y, who groans that her stomach hurts, and she just needs "to go to the bathroom," and she can't. Carter sits with her, and...ew, she still has a ring of white, baby-like spit-up all around her mouth. Carter asks her name, which is Anne. She swipes at her face with her hand. He asks her whether anything like this has ever happened to her before, and she shakes her head and says, "It started on ze plane." Carter asks where the plane was coming from, and she whispers, "Texas." He asks her whether she's just arrived in Chicago, and she nods. His next question is whether she ate anything unusual, and she says she ate the food on the plane. Carter seems to think this is the cause of her distress. She starts to heave again, this time spitting up blood all over her hands. Gross.