John's tiptapping away on his computer, looking up a restaurant address, he tells Cameron when she comes in. She asks if he's hungry. He says yes, but he's actually looking up a restaurant address for Derek, like did Derek ever hear of the goddamn Yellow Pages? "That Kaliba lawyer he's been tracking, the guy's got a booth reserved there." Cameron tells him it's not an ideal place for this kind of thing; it's underground, and, she says, glancing at the computer screen, "according to this, 'crowded with friendly people.'" Hee! She says it'll be difficult to dispose of a body. John's all "easy, tiger" and tells her Derek's just going to grab the guy and press him for information, so body disposal probably won't be necessary. "It'll be necessary," she says, before saying she'll go make John a sandwich. He asks why. "Because you're hungry," says Cameron. "Why don't we let hungry be my problem," he says, instead of, I don't know, "Thank you, Cameron. I'd love a sandwich." "Sometimes it's nice to have help," she explains. He asks her how her hand's doing. She looks at it, clenches the fingers. "Not a problem," she says. Then John's all, "Aren't you supposed to be really good at self-repair?" he says. Yes, answers Cameron. John gets it: sometimes it's nice to have help. Cameron seems possibly proud that John was able to fix her. But John just grouchily says he's going to make his own sandwich. Have some more CRAB meat, John.

So thank god the Internet was invented so Derek could get his nephew to find this place. Derek sits scowling at the bar nursing a beer while frequently glancing over none-too-surreptitiously at the lawyer. Hey, here comes one of those friendly people we hear about! This woman pours herself into the seat next to Derek after asking if it's taken. "You buying?" she says. "Nope," he says. Since he's turning her down, she offers to introduce him to the man-whore (is that the phrase? 'man-whore'?) at the end of the bar. "I'm here for business, not pleasure. Thanks," says Derek. She sees him look over at the lawyer, who's surrounded by women and bodyguards. "What's he do?" she asks. Lawyer, Derek tells her, adding, "He ever buy you a drink?" "Once or twice," she says, smiling. Derek asks what the "muscle" thought of that. "They very much enjoyed the show. It's nice having an audience." Derek looks at her, almost like maybe now he is buying, but then the lawyer gets up to leave, and Derek signals to the bartender for his tab.