Oh she really doesn't like the image that brings up. Harvey finding someone else to play with. And sadly, her imagination is so great that the image is a really good one of Harvey and said naughty nurse over there. And by good, she means terrible, horrible, ugly, yuck, grossness that she needs bleach to clean out of her brain space. It's none of those things because of the participants, both of which look like they came out of some catalogue, naughty nurse out of Victoria's Secret and said baseball player out of Sports Illustrated. It's those icky things because it's Harvey with some nameless bimbo that isn't Dawn Summers.

She stands there, staring at him, rolling her bottom lip through her teeth, her look confounded complete with furrowed brow and wrinkled nose. It takes her a minute to come out of that mess. And she's proud that she does it without brain bleach.

"There might be... a little innocent flirtation..." Innocent. Yes, that makes it better. "Otherwise known throughout every Thesaurus ever as 'hitting on'." She confesses. "There. Are you happy? Cause we wouldn't want you to be unhappy. Nope. Can't have that."