Lily finally comes to after her emergency surgery and immediately starts looking for her maps. Cullen gives them to her, then spends the next new moments tending the fire, trying not to have a conversation. "My shoulder's feeling much better," she says. He stares into the fire and says nothing. Lily looks around and notices Joseph is gone. For some reason, Cullen doesn't tell her what really happened, and just makes up something about Indians being hard to figure out. Lily tries a different tack: "I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced." "Cullen Bohannon, I work for the railroad," he says. Without waiting for her to introduce herself, he goes to lie down a few feet away and covers his face with his hat. Clearly he's hoping this is the end of the conversation, but Lily persists. She wants to know why he's being such a clenched-up asshole by ignoring her, although she's much more polite about it than that. Finally, he explains: "You ain't whore nor squaw; you shouldn't be out here." Instead of being offended by his crude language, she gives him a steely look. "You don't know who I am, or what I'm capable of." Cullen agrees, but he also doesn't care. Or so he says. He turns onto his side away from her. End of discussion.
In his train car, Doc drinks alone and stews over a telegram from the Senator. It seems the Senator is more concerned about Doc's lack of progress than he is anything else. "The honorable senator is 'concerned,'" Doc says in a mocking tone. "If he were in my shoes, he'd be downright suicidal." He tries to pour himself another drink, but slops it all over his desk. He calls for his servant Henri and gestures helplessly at the mess he's made. Although he doesn't say anything as he cleans up, Henri clearly thinks his boss is a total boob and doesn't try to hide it. Doc says Henri's look of disdain reminds him of his first wife. As Henri helps him into his jacket, he blathers on about how he tried to explain to her that he drinks to "fuel the conflagration" in his belly or some crazy thing like that. "Did your wife accept this excuse?" Henri asks. "As a matter of fact, she didn't," Doc admits with some sadness. Henri may well be the only person around whom Doc can be so unguarded because he knows Henri isn't kissing his ass.