When we return, Dai's heading out to do some recon while the rest of Tom's crew and Clayton go about the business of preparing for a quick evacuation. Moving is such a pain in the ass, isn't it? Tom is stopped by a guy who's like, "Wot's all this, then?" about the rumor that all kids will be sent ahead. Tom says that hasn't been decided, and Anthony gets his signature one argumentative line of the episode, saying that maybe somebody should decide it. Just like when he wanted to shoot all the zombie kids, Anthony takes a pretty straightforward view of the world. Kids are targets for Skitters, and luck has been in short supply, he says. Only the childless can see things clearly in a post-apocalyptic world where kids are a hot alien commodity. It's why I'm hell bent on keeping my womb as barren as possible. Just in case!
After the others have dispersed, Hal notes to Tom that people are pretty fucking freaked out. That's on top of their general level of freaked out at being human refugees in an alien-controlled world. Tom blames Anthony for stirring the pot, when really the dude was just using his ability to reason, even if we may later learn (of course! As always!) that Tom's instinct is right. He orders whoever is around to start building some barricades. I don't know how that will help if the Skitters bomb them from above, but at least it gives people something to do.
Meanwhile, Dr. Anne Glass has a split lip and is giving Maggie some meds for Sarah, the pregnant lady. Maggie points out that Sarah is a good kid (kid?), but picked a hell of a time to be nine months pregnant. She denies that they're GOOD friends (and eventual lady loves?), and then says that Sarah could have come to the clinic herself except for the fact that she didn't need to get freaked out by seeing Anne in her current split-lipped state. I mean, it's not like she got a cheekbone punched out. Maggie is impressed that Anne fought back, or at least tried. She says that when you take it lying down it does something to your head, and it's hard to come back from that. She knows that, on account of all the unspeakable things that Pope's gang did to her. Maggie then lightly tosses a gun on Anne's desk, saying she'll feel better just knowing it's around. And if it conflicts with some sort of Hippocratic Oath, she can stitch the bad guy up after she blasts him. Anne looks wary as Maggie tells her that if she needs a shooting lesson, she's around.
Meanwhile, the Mason brothers are hanging out. Or, rather, Matt and Ben are hanging out while Hal tries to sleep. Matt is in awe of the fact that Ben just did 102 pushups like it wasn't even a thing. He points out that some of the other formerly harnessed kids said their spiky back nubs went away. Ben's haven't, though, and he says that maybe it's because the others weren't there as long as he and Rick were. Rick must have been there the very longest, on account of how he's jonesing to get back to the Skitter sleep nest with his zombie pals. Matt wonders if the spikes still hurt. Ben, who I think is secretly Canadian, says that they did at first, but now he doesn't really notice them unless he leans the wrong way or bends into something. Matt wants to touch one, and when he does Ben goes into spasms of pain. But it's all a joke, because underneath it all Ben is a dick like everyone else in that family. If Matt's innocent mop top inquisitiveness is making you doubt that he's the biggest dick of all, just remember the skateboard.