Kima impatiently tells Bubbs that he's going to jail, and he gets very offended (even trying to stoke Johnny's dudgeon, though Johnny's a bit too out-of-it for that): "Like we ain't got history in this room. Like we ain't friends or nothing." He tells Kima that when she was in the hospital, he was very worried, and looks to McNulty to confirm his reaction: "'What about Kima? What's up with my girl?'" McNulty and Kima exchange a fond but exasperated look, as you would over a cat who just can't stop climbing up on top of the fridge and then yowling for you to get it down: it's sort of cute, but at the same time -- can't he learn? Anyway, Bubbs adds, to Kima, "I'm just happy-- I'm happy to see that you're up in the mix, and you talking about jail and shit." Kima is unmoved, and Bubbs drops his head onto his hands in defeat, but Johnny rouses himself long enough to ask whether Bubbs remembers "that Eastsider got shot in the high-rises." Bubbs doesn't think that's even worth mentioning: "Boy got hit with a rat shot, that all." Kima's interested, though, and asks whom they're talking about. "Boy named Cheese," says Bubbs dismissively. "Him and the other Eastsiders moved into the Terrace, took over a couple towers from Stringer Bell's boys. Then some crazy-ass bowtie nigga came in and chased his ass home." Yeah, that's about the size of it. McNulty, intrigued, asks what happened, and Bubbs says, "Mr. Bowtie, he ran them off," and told the Eastsiders that the towers were Avon's: "But then he ain't come back no more. Now them Eastsiders are back up in there steady slinging. I mean, it ain't, like, a war or nothing. It's like Stringer Bell and them are sharing." "'Sharing'?" repeats McNulty dubiously. Bubbs nods excitedly, like, "Cuffs off, please!" Kima and McNulty look to one another, trying to decide whether this tidbit is worthy of his freedom.