Annie exits the exam room looking like she's just returned from war. Or, more accurately, like she's just getting out of the car after a four hour return trip through traffic from an electric dance music festival. The rapid switch from insect instincts to analytical Annie mode has left her with a few crossed wires in the ol' noggin. The gash above her right eye probably isn't helping with her headache. But that will all have to wait. She's starving!

When she spots Jack with a bag of sliced oranges, she makes her way over to him and leans against the wall by his side. She has no idea that he is undergoing his own psychological combat, obstacle course, and assessment in the confines of his mind. "Can I have some of those?"