Bobby shot Markum a look that said, 'I'm not done with you', but for the time being he cocked his head at nurse Anderson, studying her face.  Perhaps if he were studying her breasts, he'd be be able to identify her in about 0.2 seconds.  She was cute though, the way she called him 'sugar,' drawing the first smile of the day to his face.  "I think I'd remember somebody like you a little better than this, but I'm looking forward to figuring this out...soon."<br/><br/>With Markum done making her pretty notes in the chart, Bobby drapes an arm over her shoulder and side steps to the empty bed next to them for a moment of privacy. "Just imagine for a moment that you had been raped and then a doctor, just a few years older than you, lifts your hospital gown and beings to probe your vagina with his fingers," Bobby lifted his hand, two long digits swirling the air in front of her face.  "Now, imagine that behind that doctor stood a woman, who because she wanted to further the existence of her sex decided to become a doctor but then simply stood and watched a man perform a vaginal exam to the confusion and horror of the patient<em>and</em>victim on the bed.  Now, unless your feminist nightmare has come true and she was raped by a woman, I suggest you put on a pair of gloves."<br/><br/>With a hard squeeze at the top of her arm, Bobby was thankfully saved by Mox calling for his attention, leaving her with "You've got a good head on your shoulders, don't let your heart get in the way of that detox situation."  Joining Mox, he reaches for his hand as they move down the row together, "We never formally met, I'm Bobby Boss and you were right about Markum, she's got the brain in the bunch, for sure."<br/><br/>Bobby knew what cards to play with whom.  With the interns, he was sure to let them know who was on top and for now it seemed like Markum was the only one that wouldn't roll over for him.  As for the resident docs, his nose was basically buried in their asses it was so brown.