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"You never say what you mean."
"Why would I?"
"I dunno, as a doctor, wouldn't bedside manner be at least slightly important to your goals? Press-Ganey scores might not matter to Dr. Robby but if he ever lost his job, you'd be gone in a heartbeat."
"Oh, like you'd be anywhere near earning a place here if you weren't Dr. Robby's favorite sickly Victorian child."
"I'll have you know if I was from any historical era, it would be the Renaissance."
"Really? That's all you have to say about this?"
"I'm only Dr. Robby's favorite because Dr. Langdon, his real favorite, disappeared after our first shift." Trinity went uncharacteristically silent at that. "What, do you - I know you didn't like the guy, but there's no denying Robby did, as did your surgeon buddy, Garcia."
"Never tried denying shit, farm boy. I'm going to see if we have any interesting procedures I could find a way into."
"Some day I will find a nickname for you. Just not today. Hi McKay, what-"McKay said what, and when Dennis turned, Trinity was gone, and the chaos of The Pitt had begun again.