Back at the NSA, TWOTOEOTR leaps up to find The Man. "I think we've got a problem."

Jake is all up inside Arms Dealer's Daughter's apartment, listening to her talk about "peeling back layers of dirt" to "reveal the artist's true intention." Jake is all, glarrh, a pretty girl is talking to me. She's really talking at the canvas, but whatever; this is closer than Jake got to any girl in college, or so he reminded us a million times. Well, twice. Then ADD is all, "What do you do?" Jake says he "restores computers." Well, repairs them. Back at the War Room, Leader of the Pack and The Man and TWOTOEOTR and Dr. Thora listen in to this little conversation and ponder who's trying to pick up whom. Dr. Thora is all, she's all over him! Meow, Dr. Thora. ADD thinks that "coming up with answers to problems is creative," and then tells Jake her name, Theresa Carano. Jake fumbles and says, "Alan Hergot." He comes from a long line of Hergots. ADD asks if he's always this nervous around women. Dr. Thora is all, "She's making him nervous!" Mareowr! Ffft. The soft, Portishead-y music starts up, and ADD says her dad pushed her into the art world, since he "didn't want [her] to be like the other women in her family, dependent on men." Wow, she's talking about her dad already! This should be the easiest spy job ever. Jake looks at all the paintings, then gets all kinds of flustered when he sees one of her, nude. A self-portrait. It's more modernist, not realistic, but the sight of all that skin is enough to make Jake even more nervous. "Look at the time! I totally forgot I have this meeting! I guess I better go." She's all, okay. He thanks her, and she says, "You know where to find me, Alan Hergot."