Randy wakes to see some sort of pin sticking out of a bandage on his wrist, and Marcus facing him with the ever-present camera. Owen comes in and does his best to ignore Marcus as he runs down the laundry list of everything they did to patch Randy back together. Imbecile Randy seems almost proud and Marcus gleefully asks if that many injuries on one guy is a record. Owen conversationally tells them no, that he had one patient with a lot of the same injuries but even worse, and who also had a hole ripped through his back that tore his stomach apart and resulted in 11 surgeries. Randy is in awe and asks if he survived, but clearly didn't expect Owen's answer to be no. Owen continues that actually, Randy's injuries were worse because that guy was a soldier who threw himself in front of a grenade to save six others, as opposed to Randy's launching himself into a wall so that people could laugh at him on the internet. This did a much better job than any of his earlier insults or condemnations, and Randy finally looks ashamed and orders Marcus to turn off the recorder.
Meredith is in street clothes ready to leave when she pops into Richard's office and finds him again deep in her mother's journals. He'll always be in awe of Ellis and that awe and admiration is in his voice as he remembers how she wrote down every single thought she had. Meredith calls this lucky, and then hands the folder of information back over to him. She explains that she was happy to read the journals and understand her mother better but that the Ellis she knew was different than the one Richard knew, and that fear over her condition probably was what led her to write everything down. She then gives Richard her blessing to continue her mom's work on his own because that seems right, while she just wants to try and cure her disease. She then wishes him goodnight and he wishes it back while he mulls over everything she just said, having not thought about it quite that way before.
Jackson and Lexie are both changing in the locker room and when he asks her plans she tells him quietly that she just wants to go sleep; her day of assholery was obviously draining. He invites her to Joe's but that's after he takes his shirt off, smart boy. He may claim to not want to be judged on his looks but he's not afraid to use them when it counts, and I, and the rest of the male-loving audience are thankful for that. She declines but after a moment tells him maybe they'll go tomorrow, and he nonchalantly agrees. After she leaves, though, he grins to himself before finally pulling on his shirt.