Mere plops down next to Cristina in the cafeteria and immediately starts in on her for telling Derek she thinks Mere should move out the roommates. Cristina argues that she said that is what she herself would do, and that she only did it to shut him up. (Well, and to drill burr holes -- that was probably bigger motivation than just him shutting his yap.) Mere starts her usual desperate search for support from Cristina, saying she's going to have them move out because that's the adult thing to do...right, right, RIGHT?? Cristina asks what the shrink said and is stunned to hear she quit. Meredith just repeats that she is happy. Lexie joins them, followed by George, who has no food and instead just lays his head down on the table. He babbles about helping the Chief while facts fall out of his head, and Lexie feeds him salad because it's "brain food." Alex joins the gang to report about Jack getting stuck in the CT, and Meredith chimes in that she hates when a patient she likes is dying, regarding Shelly. Not to be outdone, Lexie tells them about how her patient has been in pain for seven years because of a nerve in his nose. Cristina doesn't believe that Barry has really been living at an eight all this time, and claims he just has a low pain threshold. She has a high one, and challenges Alex to test her -- he does by flicking her wrist, and she doesn't flinch. George thinks it was a bullshit pansy flick, so Alex does it to him and he screams like a girl. Cristina asks Lexie how she diagnosed it, and we hear again about the article and her photographic memory while she feeds George more brain food.
Post-surgery and depressing news delivery, Bailey finds the Chief to ask about the flood. He maintains that it's not a flood, just a burst pipe and a minor problem at that. He tries to dismiss her to surgery, but she has a little story for him first. She tells him that a few weeks before, Little Tuck flushed an action figure down the toilet, which she thought was no big deal. "But then I came home to a kitchen filled with several inches of poop water." Richard repeats, as if he can't believe she really just said it, "Poop water." "In my kitchen, sir," she answers. He thanks her, but repeats that it's under control, and so she heads off with a curt, "Sir." Oh, Richard, you don't mess with poop water and you certainly don't mess with Bailey. She knows things.