Our marked man is trying to question the blonde he caught on the day of the blackout. Her name is Alda Hertzog, she looks like Seven of Nine's deborgified little sister, and she's too cool to submit to questioning by anyone. "I've done nothing wrong. It's my associates you want," she says. "Honey, your associates died on the day of the blackout. They were super-dead," Demetri says. Alda spits out, "Customer Choice Restaurant Group. That's all I have for you for today." Demetri leans in and points out, "You are running out of time for this to be a civil conversation." "Really, Agent Noh? Here I thought you were the one running out of time," Alda sneers. Demetri manages to resist the urge to go Dick Cheney on Alda because he's now wigged out by the possibility that Alda's linked to his upcoming murder.
Back in FBI Boss Dude Courtney B. Vance's office, Mark's still pleading for Somalia while his very own partner Demetri is all, "Let's go to Indio! Hello, dirty bomb? Also, that Somalia thing with the dead birds is an urban myth." FBI Boss Dude Courtney B. Vance lets them wear themselves out with bickering, then issues his decree: "Send me a postcard from Indio." The boys are off to gather intel on the terrorism investigation they had been working on before the flashforward.
As the two men leave FBI Boss Dude Courtney B. Vance's office, Mark sensitively inquires of Demetri, "What the hell's the matter with you?" Demetri replies, "I just want to be an FBI agent today, all right? Life is short."
At Our Lady of the Mood Lighting Memorial Hospital canteen, Lloyd waylays Olivia at the checkout line and says, "Thank you for putting up with me. I'm afraid I'm the annoying parent who always wants a thousand details. I'd like to apologize for that. I can tell it makes you uncomfortable." Olivia speaks truthfully when she says that's not making her uncomfortable; she does not feel it necessary to add that her foreknowledge of what Lloyd looks like shirtless is what gives her the screaming heebie-jeebies. Lloyd also apologizes for Dylan's outburst of the morning, quipping about "the unidentified flying meal tray," and if only this show had more of a sense of humor, Lloyd would be the perfect viewer stand-in as the smartassed observer of what apparently passes for normal in this show's world.