Rebecca is telling Kevin about someone named Michelle Turner: "A violinist who developed musical therapy for autistic kids." It's music therapy, not musical therapy. There are a whole lotta pissed-off music therapists out there now. Okay, well, at least two that I know of. Rebecca hands Kevin the book Turner wrote. She wants Kevin to write a profile of her, explaining that a profile is more personal than an interview: "We'll get to know her through your eyes." Kevin: "Which begs the question: why would anybody care about my eyes?" Rebecca: "She's been working with disabled kids for years. You'll be able to add a perspective nobody else can." Kevin: "You're not giving this assignment to me because we're..." He puts his hand on hers, adding, "You know?" Rebecca says she's not. Frink and I are just flipping out that, despite how incredibly careless and overt they are, there seems to be no reaction whatsoever in this newsroom. In any workplace that would be weird. In a room full of journalists, it seems downright wacky. Rebecca adds, "Not that it hurts...but no." Kevin laughs, holding onto her hand as she goes.