Just then, a woman with tousled black hair, glasses, pale skin, and very red lips walks in, holding a manila folder. She says she's their counselor. Her name is Jeneca Farabee. (First "Tatiana," now "Jeneca"? What, are the writers having Eastern European fantasies all of a sudden? Are they smoking from David E. Kelley's stash?) Suddenly, some vampy music plays and Carlos's interior monologue informs us, "Oh my God. This chick is hot!" While I agree with Carlos, I can't say this isn't badly timed. Everything goes in slow motion, causing the Counselor Goth to look as if she's trying to catch flies with her mouth as she's talking. Carlos thinks that this woman looks like the love child of Liz Hurley and that one European chick that was in that Bond movie (I'm gonna guess Famke Janssen, and I concur on this one). Carlos suddenly imagines himself doing the nasty with the woman on top of him in bed. And we get to see it in three quick flashes. Nice. Now anyone with any biological link to me has been rendered blind. Carlos tries to introduce himself suavely, and take control by saying he was thinking that Counselor Goth and he should talk first (even though she's trying to get information about Doc). Carlos steps forward and gets his groove on. (Or rather, his baby step-groove.) Carlos says he's got a lot of stress and that he needs de-briefing. "A lot of de-briefing," he says, thinking about his Fruit-'O-the-Looms.