Sam quietly replies, "This is the wrong place to talk about guns right now." Josh squirms a little. Sam says, "I thought your column was idiotic." He adds, "But for a brilliant surgical team and two centimeters of a miracle, this guy's dead right now," and looks at Josh. When we periodically cut away to Ainsley during Sam's rant, she looks condescending. I'm not sure if she's supposed to, or it's just the lipstick, but she has this slight smile that does nothing to make her seem, oh, remotely human. Turning back to Ainsley, he continues, "From bullets fired from a gun bought legally. They bought guns, they loaded them, they drove from Wheeling to Rosslyn, and until they pulled the trigger they had yet to commit a crime. I am so off-the-charts tired of the gun lobby tossing around words like 'personal freedom' and no one calling 'em on it. It's not about personal freedom, and it certainly has nothing to do with public safety. It's just that some people like guns." Josh rests against a wall and covers his face. Ainsley, who has finally lost her smirk, agrees, "Yes, they do. But you know what's even more insidious than that? Your gun control position doesn't have anything to do with public safety, and it's certainly not about personal freedom. It's about, you don't like people who do like guns. You don't like the people. Think about that, the next time you make a joke about the South." Hey, there are plenty of jokes about the South that have nothing to do with guns. (My apologies to the Southerners out there, but c'mon, wasn't that comment perpetuating the stereotype she claims to be offended by?) And Ainsley, can I just point out that the lovely split-level home you live in has see-through walls, and that the Republican party isn't exactly known for promoting tolerance for different ways of life? Oh yeah, one more thing: shut up. Toby enters, also looking for Leo. Charlie pops in, hands Toby a note, and exits even as Josh asks him where Leo is. Toby reads, passes the note to Josh and leaves. Josh reads, and passes it to Sam. Sam leaves. Ainsley wonders if it was something she said. It wasn't, but it should have been.