On the plane home, Don's resting his eyes while Sal looks like someone awaiting a lethal injection. Presently, Don wakes up and asks what time it is, and when Sal tells him one-fifteen, notes that they should be back in the office by three. Sal's like, you're going back to the office? It does seem a bit odd, but maybe he's still catching up from calling in sick for like, two months last year. Don leans forward and says he wants Sal to be completely honest with him, causing Sal to look like he might puke up everything he's ever eaten, but instead of anything personal, Don pitches an idea for a London Fog ad. He stares deep into Sal's eyes as he comes to the tagline -- "Limit Your Exposure" -- and Sal nods in understanding of the subtextual advice as he agrees that that's it. Don holds his gaze for another long moment before declaring, "Good," and just like that, Sal has nothing to worry about. As I said in the recaplet, if Sal ever wants to chat about how Don Draper is the man to trust with secrets, he can just knock on Peggy's door.
Hooker is chatting up a couple secretaries, and for someone who doesn't want that title he sure is dipping his toes in the typing pool often enough. Joan and her ever-expanding rack pull him away and tell him that she thought it would be a good idea to have an office set aside for when visitors come from the parent company, and it would also make sense for someone to be occupying it in the meantime. She leads him to Burt Peterson's old office and says it's not much, but he will have someone to attend to his typing, "to avoid you siphoning off the man-hours." Heh. Hooker's thrilled, but he'd probably suspect Joan of being up to no good if he could only control his emotions.