Beth shrugs, trying to decide if his expression twitched a little, or if she imagined it. She might be walking dangerous ground here; he's looking at her the way he does sometimes, like she's something he needs to suss out. (Maybe she's as much a mystery to him as he is to her. But she doubts it.)

"Real lying, not...not white lies." This conversation is the first time in several days--maybe a little longer--that she's thought of Dawn. It's strange, realizing that she's been so busy, so happy, that the hospital hasn't been at the front of her mind. Talking about this brings her back, though. Beth, in this job you don't need their love. But you have to have their respect. "People who decide they want something, and they don't care what they have to say to get it."

It's hard for her to put it into words, but that sense of purpose is what she's trying to get at.