Lourdes calls to Anne and says that she'd be happy to stay with her. Anne replies that someone needs to watch out for Rick -- and seriously, they haven't locked this kid in the Skitter cage yet? -- and also you never know when someone might need a doctor. Lourdes says that a year of medical school hardly makes her a doctor. Nor does a year at Wellesley, which is NOT A MEDICAL SCHOOL BUT AN UNDERGRADUATE INSTITUTION. Jesus show, just try with some of these things. Anne tells Lourdes that she's helped out a lot of people -- especially Anne herself. Another question: Who the eff is leading the civilians? They're just left to wander aimlessly around the woods? Did anyone even give them a map?
Meanwhile, Scott is putting the vacuum tube back in the transistor radio and notes that he's surprised Rick didn't smash it. Yes, us too. Tom says that maybe Rick isn't as far gone as they thought. Dude, he crawled backwards up to the ceiling of the room you're standing in and jumped on an old guy, and then gave you up to the aliens without hesitating. I'm sure he just held on to the vacuum tube in case the aliens wanted to anally probe him with it. Scott prepares to give the transistor radio a test with Ben, and Tom says that they've got eight minutes before Ben has to evacuate with the other civilians. Both Scott and Ben tell Tom that this is the stupidest plan ever, as Ben is the only person (besides Rick, who you could not trust with such a job) keyed into the Skitter radio frequency, which changes all the time. Plus, Ben is keen on using what the Skitters did to him to get back at them. Maggie pops in to let Tom know that scouts have seen Mechs within a mile, and Tom finally acquiesces to Ben and Scott's request, I think mostly because he has no time to argue.
After a break, we see the small crew of volunteer civilians congregate behind the barricades of the 2nd Mass. Maggie calls over to Jimmy, calling him "kid," and suggests that he come and stand with her. Jimmy does come and tells her that his name is not "kid," but Jimmy. Per usual, everyone else is all geared up in down vests and wooly mittens and Maggie is standing there in a tank top. Jimmy totally has his first situationally-inappropriate boner right now. Maggie tells him that this ought to be a piece of cake after his experience taking on a Skitter, and he says that it really was Weaver who saved his ass. He misses his crazy, squinty, gritty-voiced, pillhead father figure. Maggie suggests that they make a pact to watch each others' backs, which is sweet since I'm sure Jimmy is in need of a kind word.