Mark reminds Carol about some IV order or other. "I'll get to it when I can," she says hurriedly, bustling around a table. Mark says, "It's been in the rack for an hour," and he barely has the words out before Carol says sharply, "I just checked the rack. Was it in the wrong slot?" Mark says with an effort at patience that it doesn't matter, adding, "This lady has pneumonia," and Carol pouts, "And this gentleman has chest pain. I can only do one thing at a time. Mark, I'm moving as fast as I can." Mark says he knows she is, and he knows it's her first day back, and he knows she'll need a little time to "get back into the flow." Carol gets even sulkier, saying she doesn't think any of her patients "have suffered from my being 'a little rusty,' as Dr. Kovac puts it," and Mark tries to tell her that he didn't mean to imply that, but Carol snits, "Just give me the chart," and she huffs off to deal with it just as Kerry "Faster, Pussycat! Crutch! Crutch!" Weaver comes up to hassle Mark about the water problem.
She blathers on about internal-disaster protocol, she served on the committee that developed it, blah blah blah power-strugglecakes, and Mark says soothingly that he doesn't see a crisis; they've got portable toilets coming in and plenty of bottled water, and "everything seems to be under control." But Kerry squeaks officiously that the OR can't sterilize their instruments, so she's canceled elective surgeries and closed the ER to trauma. Mark says, in the same patronizingly hearty tone he often uses with Rachel, "Well, that sounds like a good idea!" as Kerry goes on to say that they can use water from the physical-therapy pool if people don't want to "freeze their butts off" going outside, and she babbles on about two gallons giving a good flush or whatever, and she gets so worked up that she bounces off an equipment cart, and Mark sort of sends her on her way down the hall by thanking her for the information and saying, "That's -- good to know," while making a "whatever" face.
Lucy greets Valerie as she gets out of a cab. Foreshadowing leaves a nasty finger-bruise on my thigh as Lucy and Valerie exchange perky dialogue: Valerie had just sat down to pancakes when they called her, Lucy is so glad Valerie called her, "news worth missing breakfast for," Valerie forgot her slippers but Lucy will get her a new pair "to go with your new heart," Lucy will get herself a barrette or a ponytail holder or a banana clip or something, anything, to put. Her lank, unwashed, overstreaked hair. UP. Well, except for that last part.